GOOD-BYE TO DINAWA 
One morning, while we were writing home, we 
heard the natives calling from hill to hill. In that 
pure air their voices carry magnificently for a great 
distance, and village answers village with perfect ease 
from ridge to ridge. A little later the natives came 
in and told us that Gaberio was at a village called 
Kea-ka-mana, on the northern slope of the hill beyond 
us. It appeared that he was coming back by the 
same route as he had gone, and they told us that 
he expected to reach camp the next day. We thought 
at the time that he might go from Kea-ka-mana to the 
Kebea, but the natives said no, so we surmised that 
he must have a good collection of butterflies and 
birds, for he had had fine weather—finer, indeed, 
than Sam, who after all had got together quite a 
fine number of specimens. This news set us quite 
briskly to the work of preparation for our departure, 
for as soon as Gaberio should have returned we 
determined to make all speed down to Epa. ‘The 
next day we were on the look-out for Gaberio, but 
he did not arrive, so we concluded that he had either 
gone to the Kebea or was remaining at Kea-ka-mana 
collecting. We filled up the day with active pre- 
parations for breaking up the camp, and, of course, 
our chief care was our collections. 
The first precaution was to take measures for the 
preservation of our moths and birds, so we made deep 
trays from the logs we had already sawn and held over 
from our house-building, each tray being strong 
enough to resist concussion, for as it would be 
carelessly carried, swung on a long bamboo, and 
allowed to dash against trees and other obstacles, 
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