the chief of Geminumu Monito, and three youths are with us.  I have never met a kinder and more friendly native than Lohiamalaka.  Janara is a good large district, and seems to have a number of natives.  The village we are in is 600 feet above sea-level.  Tupuselei is the nearest mission station, and a teacher placed here or at Efari would have constant communication with that place.  I was the first to enter the village.  They had heard us cooeying to one another; so only saw one man, and he tried to look very unconcerned, with a bamboo pipe, trying to light it, but too excited to succeed.  The women had shut themselves indoors with the children, and the men had gone into the bush close by with their weapons.

6_th_.—­From Janara to Epakari there are several steep ridges to go up and down, and the last ascent is truly steep.  It took us three good steady hours’ walking and climbing to get to Karikatana, the first of six villages in this district.  Dawes and Stone were at a village, I believe, on a ridge nearer to Port Moresby.  The chief, Nikanivaipua, received us graciously, and insisted on our taking his house.  We paid off our friends, and they departed well pleased.  We received presents of cooked food and smoked wallaby.  They were prepared for us, having been shouted to an hour before we arrived at the village by our friend Lohiamalaka.  The village looks to be in a fine healthy position, close to the west end of the Astrolabe, the high bluff bearing N.E.  They have plenty of all kinds of food.  We crossed from the Janara, a good-sized mountain torrent flowing S.W. to Bootless Inlet.  We are 700 feet high.  High bluff of Astrolabe, N.E.; Bootless Inlet, S.S.W.; peak of Astrolabe above Kaili, E.S.E.

7_th_.—­Our friend Lohiamalaka turned up again last evening; he did not like leaving us.  This morning he really set off, promising to visit us at Port Moresby in October; that is, not this moon, nor the next, but the one that follows.  I asked for a little ginger to eat, and they have brought it me in bundles.  It is really good when green, with salt.  A large number of natives attended our service, and were truly orderly—­not a whisper, and during prayer every head bent.  On the Astrolabe, the other day, Lohiamalaka said he felt anxious for us in entering Janara.  Rua, through Kena, told him not to fear anything on our account, as the Great Spirit was with us, and no harm could come near us.  Last evening, he was telling the people here of his fears, and what Rua said, “and how true it was the Great Spirit or something is with them.”  At all the villages Lohiamalaka repeated all he could remember of what he had been told, and of our singing and praying.  Every evening he would sit at the tent door and get us to sing for the benefit of a crowd of natives outside, who, having heard from himself of our musical powers, refused to go to their homes at sunset, and insisted on remaining until after noko (singing).  When the