look-out on Someri,
who was carrying a bundle, and he was given into Maka's care. Our young
friend was very quiet, and tried skulking behind and moving on fast
ahead. When crossing a ridge about three miles from the village, I was
leading, when we heard Maka calling for Someri. Rua at once returned,
and found the bird had flown, leaving the bundle, but carrying with him
the camp tomahawk, which Maka had foolishly let him have to cut a stick
with. It would be folly to return to get the tomahawk, so we kept south
and west for some distance, when we came to a deserted village; then we
turned west. We crossed the Laroki several times before we came into the
open country; at our last crossing we met a company of natives, all
armed, on watch for Makapili natives, who were expected to attack them.
They took our bundles, and led us to a small village, where we met some
of our Marivaeanumu friends, who led us to their village and to our old
house. A young child called Maka was presented for presents, the father
telling Maka he called the child after him, because he was his friend
when we were here last. We have now the open country before us, and
expect no trouble in getting along. The natives are all unsettled at
present, and every man we meet is armed. I can see the country better to-
day than when here last week. Marivaeanumu is on a rise near the hills
of Eikiri and north-north-west from Sogeri. The latter district is in a
valley between the Owen Stanley Range and Mount Nisbet, to the south-west
of it. Eribagu would make a good station for the Sogeri district. This
place would be a suitable station being at the head of the plain that
reaches away to the Astrolabe on the one side, and up to Vetura and
Uakinumu on the other, stretching east by Mount Nisbet, and away east and
south, by the country at the back of Mapakapa. The Laroki rises in the
Owen Stanley Range, and is the drain for the Sogeri district and all the
plain; it is very circuitous, and near here very deep and slow, flowing
west.

29_th_.--For nearly six hours we have been travelling with our bags, and
I can honestly say I feel tired. We are now at a new village--the houses
just going up--on the top of the high green hill in front of Munikahila,
overlooking the Kupa Moumiri valley. The village is named Keninumu, and
consists of four houses at present, two on high trees and two on high
rocks. We have pitched our tent close by, and intend resting unt