Took refuge in a deserted native house. During a lull located a native down the trail and enquired the trail. This he showed me, but as the rain commenced again spent the night in another deserted hut which boasted a bed constructed of split bamboo and grass on a wood frame. The native, who turned out to be a Solomon Islander helped me make a fire. We conversed in "pigeon English" and "beche-de- mere," the first time I had actually heard a native talk this famous trade language of the south-west Pacific. Jack London gives a good account of it in his "Cruise of the Snail." Spent a very comfortable night, thanks to my mosquito net. Had I not had it, there would have been very little sleep, for the night mosquitoes were present in legion. Monday, October 20, 1924. Bureta and Lovoni. Up at 6 A.M. but waited until 8 A.M. for my Solomon Island friend who said he would be back in the morning. As he did not arrive, went on and had no difficulty in following the trail up the Bureta River to the village of Bureta. The trail crosses the river several times (it is small here) and finally goes off to the right and rises over a low ridge. It leads through an open forest of lowland trees, with numerous tree - and other ferns. After crossing the ridge it hits the good trail (from the south coast) and soon after reaches the village of Bureta. Bureta is made up of four towns all under Simon, Buli Bureta, a very pleasant old fellow. Tai is on the south side of the river, Nasaga and Nasato on the opposite bank and Navuloa about 1/2 mile north-west on the trail to Waiendau, Buresala and Viro. The Buli, Simon, took me on a tour of inspection to Navuloa, where I met the chiefs and young men, had a coconut, and drank lemonade made by the wife of Tuni Makumbai, a chief of some rank. Roll 78:1. Some of the young men of Nawuloa.