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unbranched stems. I made a number of exposures and despite the 
fact that the films were carried for several days before develop- 
ment succeeded in getting some excellent negatives which are now 
most prized, with half the world separating me from beautiful 
Namosi. 
With Mr. Thomas and Mr. Glock I was quartered in one of the 
native Fijian homes and we were much pleased, not only with the 
courtesy of our host and hostess who visited the house from time 
to time, but also with the neatness and attractiveness of the dwell- 
ing itself. Experience brought to my attention again the fact that 
the Fijians, men and women alike, know practically all their 
larger plants, and have native names for all of them. I was in- 
terested to note though, that they sometimes do not distinguish 
between closely related forms, which is not surprising since they 
often look much alike. For instance, they use the same word for 
Marattia and for Angiopteris, ferns which are similar but not, of 
course, identical. These wonderful Marattiacee abound in Fiji 
and have enormous leaves twelve to fifteen feet in length, though 
the stems are short and tuberous. 
We were deeply impressed with the evident honesty of the na- 
tives. Our baggage, unlocked, lay in their houses during our stay, 
and clothing, cameras, binoculars, and other items of apparatus 
were left lying in their houses while we were away. Though they 
were fairly burning with curiosity, we saw no evidence that the 
I'ijians ever touched our belongings. If, however, we indicated to 
them a willingness to show them anything they crowded around 
like eager children revealing that the immunity of our possessions 
was not due to lack of interest or curiosity on their part. It was 
at Namosi that Captain Lawrence threw away at night a worn out 
pair of tennis shoes which were tied together. Falling in the edge 
of the jungle the strings caught on twigs thus suspending the 
shoes a little way from the ground. We had traveled miles down 
the river the next day when a boy came running to us bringing 
the shoes we had left behind. That night Captain Lawrence again 
threw the shoes far out in the darkness, supposing he had seen the 
last of them; but again a native followed after us many miles to 
return the shoes to their owner. That night Captain Lawrence 
buried his worn-out tennis shoes and saw no more of them. Such 
experiences emphasize the probable truth of the statement that no- 
where in the world is life and property safer than in the Fiji Is- 
