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Teaukene, home of Jakob Tearman Pu Koroatu, Chief of Anuta October 24, 1972 
Pu Koroatu, Don and I have walked back along the white sand shore side 
track from Vasiana Ground and St. John — our station and the English Church 
site to the Chief's shoreside residence just above the pounding surf. It 
is late and the whole island is asleep. We have had an exhausting day 
and if we had not planned for a vigorous attack on the physical exams 
we should have fallen far behind in our studies today. It will eventually 
be necessary to curtail some of the planned program, but the less we must 
forego the better. 
Of course, unless the surf improves we may have grave problems in 
getting supplies and specimens back to the ship. We could easily be 
stuck here for several days or a week or more beyond our scheduled Friday 
or Saturday departure. Now the Chief wants us to stay for a final parting 
oeremony on Friday afternoon and a Saturday departure will lose a whole 
day on Tikopia or Rennell. However, we must finish our work well here on 
Anuta. 
Christopher Tapumuri is jealous of the attention I give to other boys 
and shows it clearly. He wants to possess me uniquely. I like him immense- 
ly and appreciate his attention and do what I can to give him privileged 
position with me. Ataban and Joel and Ezekiel are my major other compan- 
ions and Nemuleas and, of course, small Joseph Poromatua are also very 
close to me. He is the most charming small boy on the island. 
Vasiana, Anuta Island October 25, 1972 
We have managed to get all but some 15 physical examinations finished 
on the Island, and color blindness testing done and all older people 
measured. There remain fewer than 10 of the 149 people we now know 
of ^n Anuta to bleed. Today we also got 115 people Injected with the 
nine skin test antigens (7 mycobacterial and histoplasmin and coccidiodin) . 
This kept us busy until midday and early afternoon, and then we took our 
time to enjoy the Island. I again crossed Te Mau'unga, and this time 
we had fine views of Fatataka to the southeast as we climbed the hill. 
I took many feet of cinema of the surf beating down on various parts of 
the island and also of Fatataka off in the distance some 30 miles away. 
Rick tells us that they paddled there in 22 or 23 hours against the wind, 
and made the return trip under sail in only six or seven hours. 
We had three breakfast invitations today, and managed to divide our- 
selves into three groups to honor them. Francoise and I enjoyed fine 
fresh fish caught last night from the reef, since the seas remain too 
rough to launch the canoes. However, today the sea is a bit calmer than 
yesterday, and we hope for yet quieter seas tomorrow. 
