(31) bill.At the salt-water village where the Samoan Mission holds sway I got three snakes which had been captured by the pickininnies.Two species represented,neither poisonous,one brown and red and the other grey and black.The village is enclosed in a stockade stoutly lashed with vines from four to six feet high and including in its scope the large garden of yams,bananas,and some kind of bean. Instead of putting me down immediately as"cranky"all were much interested in the purpose of all this catching of birds and snakes. One made bold to ask me very repectfully what we intended doing with"all this fella pidgin";I explained again how anxious all the people"that stop along America were to look along pidgin belong Narovo,because they no got this fella pidgin."On the shore I shot one of the common sand-pipers or waders and a golden plover. Returning through the woods where there were plenty of nygali nut trees and others of great height and foliage I heard the red-knobbed and gray pigeons,and the long-tail.The latter is called"mau" by the natives and is not plentiful.We have not taken any yet.The sound of the long-tail is unmistakable in two variations:the first and most excited call like a broken Klaxon automobile horn and the second a sort of low contented monody which sounds like the zooming of a big bullfrog.Narovo yielded no white-eyes nor cockatoos;lack of the former is particularly noteworthy with the flourishing numbers present on other nearby islands.It indicates as does the thermal activity that Narovo is somewhat younger than the others-the barrier reef is young compared to those of Vella Lavella,Ganonga, and Gizo.Here it is always out of water and harbours quite a tern colony.Mr.Beck visited the reef to-day bringing back sooty terns, noddies,and sumatra;he also took some photographs.Mr.Pohlson informs that the largest salt-water village still preserves its head house where one can see the remnants of cannibal days in a fine exhibition of dried heads and skulls.We were occupied with skinning again until after 10. October 28 Only the Doctor and I went ashore after breakfast to collect.Hicks and G.R. remained on board to finish left-over birds. I again picked up Doti who took me along the shore southward on the weather side.Ipana,his son also came along.Here in a saltwater swamp I found plenty of yellow honey-suckers and took four. They seem to like the low trees around swamps.Also shot two Tihitian swallows and two white-headed kingfishers.Reached the village on the point for kai and then proceeded by canoe across a little spit where mangroves made land travelling difficult to another peninsular.Hunting was excellent and I soon had a half dozen bald fly-catchers;missed the only brown fan-tail I have seen here.Picked up a bright green lizard and two large walking-stick insects.Having used all my shells I returned to the ship by direct overland route guided by an old man from the village.The number of well-preserved old men and women in this village surprised me;the old boys usually go about wearing grass sunshades over their eyes.I should call them outfielders hats.Many of the birds here are called names similar to those of Ganonga.The long-tail is"mau",and they savvy the red-billed kingfisher,"shinga";they say,"he stop along swamp."But none of us have seen any.The white-headed kingfisher is"kekeou" and the bald fly-catcher"avinjo";the name for the yellow honeysucker is so long I have forgotten it.The possum is again"gondui". All these words may be attributed usually to the bird's call as is usually the case with the kingfisher.Or they describe some notable physical feature of the bird or animal.The Doctor took both the brown fan-tail and the pigmy parrot so that the only desiderata seen but not taken are the eagle-hawk and the long-tail,though it is doubtful that the latter might vary.Probably the most common bird here is the gray pigeon;when not feeding in the nygali tree,they