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But to return to the search. As a last resort, I climbed up 
into the tree intending to drop a stone from the place the shot 
struck the limb the bird had been sitting on, in the hope of locating 
more acurately the spot where it should have struck the ground. 
To my joy I found the mangled remains hanging in the tree ina 
thick bunch of leaves, six feet or more beyond where it had been 
sitting. It was, as I feared, badly mutilated. However, it was 
made into a very fair cabinet skin. 
Feeling that where one bird had been found others were likely 
to be, and being elated at the success of the day, I altered my 
plans so as to extend my stay in the locality. Accordingly, on the 
third of June, with my guide I packed my range tent and outfit 
into the mountains and established a new camp in the jungle, at 
the head of Waialua valley. The country here was so steep and 
rugged that it was difficult to find a place seven feet square that 
would do to pitch a tent on. I need hardly add that it rained con- 
tinuously. ‘The trail was continued along the ridge between Wai- 
alua and Honouliwai streams. Early in the afternoon I dismissed 
my native and continued on the trail alone. I had covered no 
great distance when under circumstances similar to those already 
described, I heard the call note ‘‘Hoa’’ again, this time a hundred 
yards or so in front of me. My best efforts at imitating it seemed 
to have no effect. I whistled and called and hoped. At first the 
bird answered my calls, then it failed to respond. I continued 
whistling until it seemed certain that it must have gone off in 
some direction, when, without reason or warning, my second Hoa 
flew and lit in a Kopiko tree, not fifty feet away and began to 
preen and spread its wings. Catching sight of me it began to 
work off through the woods. I fired, and this time had no difficulty 
in picking up a perfect adult male specimen. ‘Though I stayed in 
in the vicinity for more than an hour nothing was seen or heard 
of its mate. 
The following day found me early in the field. Though there 
was a steady downpour of cold rain I worked on until three o’clock. 
Not meeting with anything to encourage me, I climbed up into a 
tree preparatory to taking a last survey of the country, if there 
should come a rift in the dense fog clouds. Presently I caught a 
note entirely different from any I had yet heard. It wasa rollicking 
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