FIJI-NEW ZEALAND EXPEDITION 157 
Near Suva at the upper end of Walu Bay we found men em- 
ployed taking out a hard, tough limestone apparently of Tertiary 
age. The stone is used for road metal in and about Suva. They 
eall the product ‘‘yellow metal.’’ It is coralliferous and contains 
a few molluse shells in places. The foreman showed us several 
large, triangular teeth of the Tertiary shark Carcharoden which 
he had found in the quarry. These teeth are fully five inches long 
and an inch thick at the base. Above the gum line they are cov- 
ered with a hard, glossy enamel and the serrated cutting edge is 
as keen as a well-kept band saw. What formidable jaws bearing 
scores of these teeth their ninety-foot possessors must have had! 
There are great caves dissolved out of the stone suggesting that it 
has been well above sea level during a good part of the time since 
it was formed. 
The foreman of the road workers was a Welshman named Ed- 
wards and when the writer dropped a word of greeting in his boy- 
hood tongue a look of surprise, then delight, passed over his face. 
We must have a cup of tea. A servant was dispatched for the 
tea-billy and cakes. He recited a story of a sea voyage to Ceylon 
as a boy, of service in the South African war, and now he is set- 
tled in a little home in a suburb of Suva. A dusty photo of his 
childhood home at Llangollen was brought out; his mother lives 
there now. As we left he presented Glock with a balaka walking 
stick, then fondling over two or three of his finest he handed me 
one of yaro. Would I not be some day in Llangollen and could I 
not leave the stick with mother—a commission which I devoutly 
hope to carry out. <A tear ran down his face as we bade good-bye 
beneath the rain-tree. 
A walk to the top of the hill beyond the Signal Station in Suva 
brought us to the site of the old fortified village of the Fijians. 
There was a wonderful view of the harbor and a lookout over the 
lowlands on three sides of the hill. There is little to recall the 
old village except an enormous quantity of bleached sea shells. At 
first we thought it a shell marl of marine origin but the underly- 
ing black loam precluded that. It was a kitchen midden. The 
spot is 250 feet above the water of the bay and many miles from 
a good tide flat where such shell-fish abound today at least. We 
could imagine the Fijian women trudging up the long hill with 
basket-loads of them for food. The list on the menu is a long one: 
Arca, Cardium, Macoma, Perna, Ostrea, Spondylus, Tridacna, 
