FIJI-NEW ZEALAND EXPEDITION 101 
of pink, blue, green, ete. to make them more attractive to the 
tourists who came ashore for the few hours the steamer was in 
port. The Fijians are skillful in weaving and some of the mats, 
baskets and rugs, were attractive and sold quite readily. The 
women sat cross-legged along the road with their wares spread 
around them and seemed to greatly enjoy dickering with the pas- 
sengers, although few of the native women knew more than a few 
words of English. 
Thomas and Glock returned from their trip to the north side 
of Vitilevu and reported a very hard, uncomfortable experience. 
The small coastal steamers called ‘‘around the island’’ steamers 
are poorly equipped for passengers, with limited accommodations 
and scanty fare. Both of the men were about exhausted. Thomas, 
who seems able to stand almost anything, looked more tired and 
fagged out than I had ever seen him. 
Wylie was to remain in Fiji some nine days longer than the 
rest of us to finish some work he had begun. He, too, had been 
overdoing in the matter of work and felt the strain. I urged him 
to take things easier for a while, but he was so enthusiastic about 
the opportunities offered that he was loth to slow up. My own 
work on Makuluva, although strenuous at times, was more health- 
ful than work in the interior and I had thus far been in excellent 
health. 
On Sunday, July 2nd, some of us went to the Fiji church 
(Methodist) and greatly enjoyed the service. It was ‘‘Parade 
Day’’ and the Defense Force turned out in a body; a fine soldier- 
ly set of men they were. The band was exceptionally good. Per- 
haps three hundred people were present in the church, nearly all 
Fijians, and the room was well filled with as earnest and attentive 
ani audience as one would find anywhere. The white visitors sat 
on the platform behind the preacher. He, the Rev. MacDonald, 
an energetic white man of perhaps forty, preached a really able 
and eloquent sermon, although, we understood not a word of it. 
But his command of words was evidently effective and he never 
had to hesitate for proper expressions to use. His gestures were 
restrained, but eloquent, and the attention of his audience seemed 
literally breathless. These people, many of them natural orators, 
knew how to appreciate him as he discoursed on the text ‘‘Lift 
up your eyes unto the hills.’’ The congregational singing was 
really fine, the four parts being well sustained; the bass from the 
Defense Force was particularly effective. 
