REPORT. 



IT HAS been well said by a wise man of the East that we 

 know not our place until we look at it from afar. During 

 most of the }ear 191 2 the Direcftor of this Museum has been 

 perhaps as far from the scene of his dail)' labor as is post^ible 

 on this planet, and perhaps the perspecftive had more in it than 

 the microscopic view. Be it as it may, he returns with a broader 

 view of the Bishop Museum than he had before, and with thanks 

 to the Trustees wdio enabled him to enjoy that view. As he bor- 

 rowed the eyes of many others engaged in work similar to his own 

 in other parts of the earth, while in their pleasant company on the 

 fiat plains of Chicago, in the frosty atmosphere of Boston, in the 

 rush and hurry of New York, in the budding Spring of Washing- 

 ton, in the conservatism of Loudon, the academic groves of Oxford 

 and Cambridge, the quaint stillness of Holland that seems almost 

 like a dream, the granite rocks and primeval forest of Stockholm, 

 the new pastures of St. Petersburg and Moskow and Budapest, the 

 great wisdom of Vienna, the beautiful Art of Dresden, the bookish 

 atmosphere of Leipzig and Frankfurt am Main, the growing mas- 

 tership of Berlin, the most modern of museums under shadow of the 

 spires of Cologne cathedral, the oceanic spoils of Monaco, the long 

 familiar haunts of Rome and Naples, the revivified Cairo, Columbo, 

 the Straits Sc;ttlement that has become Singapore, the mysterious 

 Java with its great Garden of Buitenzorg and its long buried Budd- 

 histic ruins, the new Port Darwin with memories of the Master, 

 Thursday Island and the Barrier Reef with memories of Cook, the 

 young and yet well-grown museums of the Colonies, the Alps of the 

 southern hemispere around Mt. Cook, on to the once cannibal islands 



of Fiji — now a prosperous colony of our own race — in these places 



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