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action. After that we saw three or four others, one of which I killed. It was a long, steep climb up on to the high ridge forming a watershed between this side and the other side of the island, so we were very glad of a rest when we reached a clearing at the top overlooking the ocean and surrounding islands. From there it was a steep descent to a rocky stream, then up again to another ridge on top of which was a picturesque little village. Only one native was about and all the other huts were closed up. We thought of putting a little notice on one of the doors, "Away for the Xmas holidays; back in the Spring." Or "Gone fishing, why the hell don't you?" but didn't have the necessaries. Our jungle trail from there led down a very steep spur to another stream. In parts the trail was so steep the natives had tied long vines to tree trunks to lower themselves down, and we found them very helpful. Having followed the stream down a little way, we came on a beautiful swimming pool, so in true tramping style we stripped off and had a most refreshing swim - the coolest water I've been in since leaving New Caledonia. But time was getting on, so we had to push on again. It was soon after this we met up with another snake. This time three of us walked right over a log he was lying under and didn't notice him. The last man spotted him, a big brown one, sitting up on his coils in a most aggressive pose. So Leo drew his revolver and with his first shot got him in the head, driving it into the ground. It was such a fine skin -brown· on top with a white mottled underside - that he decided to bring it back and cure the skin. The remainder of the tramp out to the coast road was plain straight going, following the now fairly wide river, and we reached the road about five o'clock. It was a couple of miles' walk down the road back to camp, where we arrived too late for tea, Altogether we did only about eight or nine miles, I suppose, but it was just about enough in this climate. Having cleaned up, we had a very good meal of our Xmas parcel foodstuffs, then lay back feeling gloriously tired and very satisfied with the afternoon. DOUG. YOCKNEY. THE MOUNTAINEER. Do you bear the mountains calling? Hear the gale in gullys speak? Feel the chill of tumbling torrents As to rocky depths they sink? Do you see white mist on summits, As the wind whips up the snow? See the tawny heads of tussock Bowed to all the winds that blow? Are there hoof prints 'tween the tussock? 'Mongst the beeches on the spur, Where the silent snow unmelted Tells that deer the forest share? They who hear these voices calling Hold the untrod fastness dear, Know the lonely wilds are speaking, Calling back the mountaineer. "HENRY." PERSONAL. We warmly welcome the following new members and wish them much good tramping and happy times with the Club: Seniors. - Miss M. McNeish, Messrs. P. J. Grant, J. A. Kerr, Q. F. Pilling. NOTICES. Singing Circle.- At the Watters' home, 22 Westbourne Road, Remuera, on Thursday, July 17, at 8 p.m. SOCIAL COMMITTEE NOTES. Tuesday Night, July 8: Dance. A dance to celebrate the Juniors' 2nd Birthday. Organized and run entirely by the Juniors themselves. You can depend on them for a good show, so roll up and bring your friends. Fabian Club Rooms at 8 p.m. sharp. Levy 2/-. Friday Club Night, July 25. - Usual Friday Club night. There will be a lecture on "Ceylon;' by Mr. Crownshaw which will be of interest to us. Host and Hostess. - Doris Herrick and Matt. Fowlds. Supper Duties. - Alice Collins, assisted by Freda Foster, Flora Johnston, Fiddles Fildes and Owen Hooker. Levy 9d.