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to the passage through the reef in the whaler, which we did. There, the canoes 
carried them across the surf to shore or they swam. 
Over forty chest X-rays were taken before the wind and waves made X-raying 
impossible. . .this was a great achievement. Now that Richard has managed to 
develop them, and we know that we have not had another fiasco as we did in Loh, 
where all the film was lost after being covered with wrapping paper when shot, I 
am hopeful that we can do as well, or even better here than on Anuta, It is a 
far easier landing here and the canoes by the dozens have been at the ship's 
side all day. 
On Anuta yesterday, only four of us on shore tried to wind up our work. As 
the afternoon drew on, it was obvious that we were not going to accomplish all 
that I had hoped for. We had collected many further stool specimens for virus 
culture and throat swabs in tissue culture medium for virus culture, and we 
managed to get the heights and weights on all or most of those whom we had 
missed, hematological studies on many of the few we missed, and all but two or 
three of the over one hundred tuberculin and mycotic skin- tested patients read. 
The last few might have taken days to chase down and I settled for a nearly 
complete study, which we had. I was anxious to get to our last supplies on 
board, as the sea became rough and the surf high, and when the chance came to 
get John Sheridan and Francoise into a large canoe I sent them on. The four of 
us, they, Don and I, had attended a noontime feast, at which we had to sit 
serially with every one of the eleven families who had separate matted areas for 
the feast. At each of the eleven families, fish and pudding of taro and manioc, 
sometimes fresh and grated, sometimes beaten taro not grated, and sometimes 
fermented taro, which is left for months in holes covered with stones in the 
garden sites in pits between the gardens, were served. 
In the last hour, I raced to pack up supplies before the surf got too high 
for launching the canoes, as it has been for most of week on Anuta. As I 
finally tried to carry the last supplies out across the village to the landing 
site, Pu Paone stopped me and told me to sit down in the covered eating area for 
a ceremonial departure. Then a dozen women came and sat closely around me and 
began the traditional wailing chant of farewell. They took it all very 
seriously, and the older women promptly brought the tears to their eyes, and 
fell into a song-like crying dirge, which is the traditional farewell chant. A 
few of the younger women were all smiles, even a bit embarrassed and amused. 
When the wailing farewell chant by the women was well underway, older men 
including Pu Paone himself took part, I watched him sob deeply and bring 
streams of tears to his eyes and a profuse flow of nasal mucous streaming down 
over his beard. I was really surprised. Then Walter and Martin and all the 
other men who had been our hosts and helpers over the last few days joined in. 
Small children and boys and girls of 6 to 12 walked by smiling embarrassedly , 
but not taking part; I spent the first ten minutes in amazement at the ability 
of everyone to evoke tears so spontaneously. However, as time wore on, I slowly 
became aware of Ezekiel and other boys, not sitting with the group of mourners, 
but off by themselves, almost in hiding yet sobbing away, with tears streaming 
