Friday, 23 April 1948. The mail went out from here about 3.30 yesterday afternoon but I have no idea on what day the mail plane leaves T.I.; I understand it arrives on Wednesdays. It will be interesting to learn when the letters reach New York. Nothing more happened yesterday afternoon though during the night I fought the third World War. Oddly enough Turkey first attacked us and later China joined her. I am not quite sure who "us" may bem but I know it was a furious war and I spent most of it in a dug-out. It must have been the result of reminiscing with George and Ginger Dick about the first one. This morning I started my own field work by taking a walk through the scrub to the top of a hill which lies east of camp. The vegetation was too dense to do much but I was able to secure a particularly ugly specimen of centipede, about eight inches long. After a long battle, I got him into a cyande jar by use of a pair of long forceps but did that deter him? Not a bit of it. In a burst of fury he tore literally limb from limb several other specimens of beetles I had there and it was not until I got back and gave him a bath in the reptile formalin tank that he finally quieted down. The afternoon was occupied in another jaunt of about four miles which produced a lot of specimens of winged things, butterflies, dragon flies and such, but nothing more. It might be an idea to set down just what each of us does to earn his living. Len most nearly approaches a normal time-table; his collecting is done during the morning, the preparation in the afternoon and his notes and observations take up the evening. George, Van, Moreton and Bob McConnell form a team; their traps are baited during the previous evening and their day starts with a cup of tea at 6.15 and the collection of specimens taken during the night. Traps which have been sprung are reset and when necessary, re-baited. Then they come back to breakfast, about two hours later, as they have long trap lines. Moreton and McConnell have twenty-five traps each and set their own lines; soon they will be given guns in addition to traps. After breakfast, George and Van prepare the specimens taken, with the blacks looking on, so far, and later they too will take on preparation. That occu- pies them until lunch and sometimes after and in the afternoon they hunt independently of their traps, Moreton with his fish spear and McConnell by hypnotism, I suppose. The evening sees another inspection and re-baiting of traps. My own day is yet another story. I can eat my breakfast in comfort before going out and then put away the specimens taken during the previous evening. After that I dress up like Astor's pet horse, since I must carry gear for both reptile and insect work, and stagger forth to a destination I have previously selected. My haversack bulges with bottles for beetles, bottles of alcohol for wet and slimy things, bottled for butterflies, a bag for snakes, forceps for picking things up, four sizes of ammunition (I have three rifles but am only able to carry one at a time) a heavy net and a ma- chete. I arrive back after a couple of hours because I know that Jetty Joe will have some tea ready and a bun or something, and from then until lunch I fix up what I have taken earlier in the morning. The afternoon is much the same sort of thing and in the evening I set up my bug trap, which consists of a funnel pendant beneath my lamp, with a cyanide bottle hanging from its open thin end. Bugs attracted to the light, fall into the funnel and thence down into the cyanide jar and I end up with terrific numbers of them. Sometimes I have to go out after dark, as tonight - I had set out some bait for land- crabs, and had to go and inspect it. There were two crabs feasting on it and a third disappeared into its hole when it saw my light. The two waited, to their sorrow, as they also are in the formalin bath now. That may give a rough idea of the way we four, and the blacks, occupy