The morning follov/ing that impromptu luncheon was ushered 
in with lusty rain squalls, proverbial tropical torrents of cold 
water. Vv'ho should come pa.ddling by in a native outrigger canoe, 
khaki 
suntanned-brovm and naked exceot for a aair of well-worn 
shorts, but Henry Strauss of New York City, looking more nativ 
than a Bora Bor an. He was doing a documentary film on the 
''Islands under the wind", as the French call the windward membe 
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of the Society Islands, for Pan American Airways. He had been at 
the practice dance of a few nights ago, and had come to pay us a 
visit this chilly morning. No more entrancingly beatitiful 
motion picture has ever come out of these Isles of Paradise than 
the one Mr. Strauss - fellow member of the Explorers Club, by the 
y - put together from his filmina. 
The clearing afternoon brought the girls back, this time to 
deliver several hula costumes we had ordered. Ttipt transaction 
disposed of, vie overhauled our past several days' collections. 
Pen 
changed alcohol, and cleaned up an accumulation of Shells, 
bottling the little pontomid shrimp that live, a pair each, in 
most members of this family, especially v/here these occur in crowddd 
beds. The "meat" of these Pen Shells =. of the genus Atrina, which, 
by the 'way, we had purchased that morning from a fisherman, hnifi 
supper that night, and a delicious repast proved to be. 
The next day was more or less routine: did some dredging in 
the morning along the north side of Faanui Bay, had the balance of 
our spiny lobsters for lunch, worked on the reef west of Toopua 
Island, had Squillas, or Mantis Shrimps (the stomatopods) for 
