The crowd on the old Mindini was rather different from the heterogeneous mob one meets on a brass-bound liner. Practically everyone knew everybody else, or at least had heard of them, because gossip and news in the Islands is as rampant—and as devastating—as in any English Cathedral town. There are only about 500 white people in the whole Solomon Island Group, and, as far as I am aware, there is only one gentleman of the Jewish faith amongst the lot. But then, of course, as is the case throughout the tropics, there are a lot of Scotsmen. Nicholson told me the mosquitoes were pretty bad, too.
Clifford W. Collinson, Life and Laughter 'midst the Cannibals, 1926.