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The surf breaking over the reef at low tide was fierce, and it looked hopeless 
for landing, but before we had found an anchorage or place to even attempt 
the surf, a canoe came out from shore. We had to maneuver for some time, 
making it very difficult for the canoe to find us. But finally, the Captain 
did find a rough, deep anchorage, and the canoe came alongside with three 
Anutans, among them Basil, the Chief's brother and an "'American Anutan',' 
Rick Feinberg, the anthropologist who has been living here since March. 
Basil speaks a few words of English and understands a bit of Pidgin. He 
was very peremptory and regal in his bearing, and asked to see the Captain 
immediately, and promptly requested a tour of the ship. I gave him a full 
tour and hardly had he reached the stateroom, when he demanded a change 
of trousers ... thus , I lost another pair of pants. He also wanted a 
belt, but since mine was a bit too large for him, he had to settle for a 
bit of rope. After breakfast with us, our Anutans prepared to try to make 
use of their canoe to land the supplies and personnel. 
Rick suggested that we carry the supplies through to the passag&^-a 
third of a mile from anchorage over high seas — and there off the break in 
the surf, to ferry the things to the canoe which would go through the . 
hopefully lower surf to shore. This we did for the two whaler loads of supplies 
and with the second one I went to shore. The canoe trip to shore was 
frightening, for we had to wait outside the surf for a quarter of an hour, 
fighting the sea before we could find it calm enough to go through. We 
misjudged it somewhat, were hit by the high waves, but were carried in up- 
right and we jumped from the canoe into the sea, in time to hold on to it 
and get the supplies to shore. As the morning wore on, we had Ferber, 
Richard Lee and John Sheridan in with several more loads of supplies, and 
then the people found the surf too much and called off the unloading. I 
think we could have still made a few loads and got' the other four off the 
ship, but they obviously wanted to get on with their feast preparations and 
custom ceremonies for our arrival, rather than continue to work with the 
canoes. 
Even when our otfloadings were thus brought to a halt, they objected 
to our wandering about the island, and asked the others to stay under the 
shade near the sand beach, while I was asked to come inland to a site where 
the feast was being prepared. Here I took cinema of taro scraping and gra- 
ting, and the boys playing a spear-throwing game (called "tikatika") with a 
heavy phallic-pointed spear, which they throw by hand along a sandy court. 
This sandy court, some fifteer. meters wide and perhaps a hundred meters long, 
an r -'orn c-uf plijylag fitlc at the ceatei of the island. ,^Ihis is of such' a 
very strange clean, sandy construction, that I must wohder how it was first 
built. This is used for the spear hurling game called "tikatika". In mid-day, 
we got tired of wating in vain for more canoe assistance, and although the 
boys of the Island had become our mascots, they did not provide much help 
with the hard work of landing the supplies. Walter Schneider came in with 
the Whaler, filled with supplies — mostly soaked — and finally we gave up. 
It obviously being too rough for any further passenger landing and the swim 
was too dangerous for any one of our party but Walter, who is an expert surfer. 
