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for six weeks; and in the woods at the back of his plantation 
the accompanying observations were made. My son at the 
time was up the Rewa river, among the “ Kai-tholos,” or 
mountaineers, in the centre of Viti Levu, on a collecting 
expedition; but on receiving my summons, despatched by a 
special messenger, he hurried down and joined me at N¢gila; 
and we worked together. 
The climate was delightful, the temperature being often 
as low as 62° Fahr. at night and in the morning, and ordi- 
narily about 76° or 78° by day. A blanket and counterpane 
were usually acceptable ; and we had no mosquitoes. 
The forest about here rises from the back of the plantation 
in a gradual slope to an altitude of 800 or 1000 feet above 
the level of the sea. The lower portion has evidently at some 
time been felled and cultivated, but is now covered with a 
second growth of timber. This, though of fair size, contamed 
little to interest us—an occasional Rhipidura or Monarcha, 
and now and then a stray “Orange Dove,” in the young or 
green plumage. As we ascended the range the timber be- 
came finer, and resounded with the call of my new Pachyce- 
phala torquata, the new Myiolestes macrorhynchus put in an 
appearance, young ‘‘ Orange Doves” became more plentiful ; 
and on the flowering trees Ptilotis carunculata and the lovely 
little Parrot which I have named Trichoglossus aureicinctus 
hung pendent from the branches of the white blossoms, and 
chased each other with shrill screams or loud flute-like pipings. 
Then we gained the highest summits; and from among the 
lofty trees that clothed them came the loud booming “ bark ” 
of the large fruit-eating “ Barking Pigeon” (Carpophaga 
_latrans) and the harsh screams of the red-and-green Parrot. 
As we hunted about, an odd chuckling sound, like a coach- 
man starting his horses, was heard ; and “ Pretty” (the Laconi 
boy), knowing what we wanted, excitedly whispered ‘“ Manu- 
manu dum-dum,” which is, being interpreted, “ the red bird.” 
We dived into the “bush” after the boy, who peered up 
into the green leaves; suddenly he stopped, beckoned exci- 
tedly, whispering “ Manu-manu dum-dum, Manu-manu, dum- 
dum” in a rapid voice, and pointed upwards. We gazed in 

