There is stuff to be taken, of course, but I must first have space to wield my various implements and secondly not tire myself out completely by my efforts to reach the collecting area. I shall head back into the big scrub through which we drove yesterday, and work around to the point I reached this morning, following, if I can, along the edge of the scrub. Joe found us some oysters this afternoon and dinner consisted of a very savory oyster stew. Just before dinner, Moreton rushed up, pointed out some cattle in the distance and wanted me to shoot a "Boolook" for supper. If we were in need of food I would have but we have plenty to eat. Dick is coming back next Wednesday, will spend the night here and I drive us back to Lockerbie on Thursday. A few days there, with possibly a night or so at Higgins Field, the abandoned airport on the Jacky Jacky, and then a week at Sanameia Lagoon will finish the job on the Tip. Saturday, 8 May 1948. Another story about Moreton; Just before we left Lockerbie Van decided to take our picture, the loaded truck, the baggage and the men. Moreton was completely scandalized over the fact that Ginger Dick was not wearing a shirt. "You no sort, him take picture" to which Dick replied "No matter my sort (shirt), you fellow face likeum this" screwing up his face. That brought out a loud guffaw from Moreton and quite satisfied his sense of the proprieties. Last night was quite a disappointment to the mammal collectors, the whole catch of 150 traps being one mouse. The place is not too good for insects either but I carried out my plan for the day and garnered a few things. There is lots of new vegetation so Len is pleased. My morning ended up with a very pleasant bath at a place where a fresh-water creek opens out into the ocean. I could put one side of me in salt and the other in fresh almost; both the stream and the ocean were shallow at this place, which is good. Either salt or fresh could possibly contain something more or less lethal so care is observed and I, at any rate, do not go in above my knees. The afternoon brought the heaviest and most sustained rain we have had since leaving Bellenden Kerr. I was out in it and the few clothes I was wearing were completely saturated. I had planned some laundry late this afternoon anyway so it did not matter much but, had I had some soap with me, I could have done the laundry while wearing the clothes. Apropos of the mammal department, the evening I spent at the telegraph station brought a new form of rat trap to my attention. They have the only electrical power on the Cape, of course, and one of the men loves to experiment. He had rigged a rat-trap with a metal floor and a drop-door. The rat goes in springs a trigger which drops the door, the door completes contact, passing 240 volts through the floor of the trap and the rat is electrocuted. Now I must go out with a light and see what I can find in the way of nocturnal creatures. Sunday, 9 May 1948. This was atebrine day and has been duly observed. It also marks about half our time here as Dick is to arrive on Wednesday, I believe, and we shall move out on Thursday back to Lockerbie. An extremely odd coincidence occurred last night and today. Last night George, Van and I were out with lights, all in different directions. George and I do not matter in this but Van saw and shot at something which he thought was a small flying squirrel. He hit it and thought he saw it fall but was unable to find it on the ground. Bright and early this morning he went out to