Sunday, 27 June 1948. If mountains have souls, a thing which I very much doubt, I think that of Mount Tozer would write at the sound of an Underwood Portable, vintage 1925, making these noises in the shadow of her stately bulk, but one has to give way to progress. Barrie did not show up at all this morning and evidently had some trouble with his truck. I am sorry because I know he could have used the money for the job. However Leo Ferris came over from the airport to bid us goodbye and volunteered to bring us up here. The road was not at all bad to anybody who has been driven around the tip of the Cape by Ginger Dick Holland but Leo is far from being a good driver and there was just enough difficulty in the trip to make him stall every now and then, usually at the top of a steep grade so that the truck would begin to roll backward for a few feet before Leo managed to get the motor going again. Two trips were needed to transport us and on the first all hands went except myself and Don Vernon. As far as I know their trip was without inci- dent except that they stirred up a brown snake at the place we have camped and did not get him. However he has probably moved from these parts by now. Don and I followed about three hours later, Leo coming back for us, and our trip also requires no particular comment save that we were several times almost shaken from our perches on top of the baggage when Leo happened to get off the track for a while. About half way between Iron Range camp and our present one we saw a snake lying in the road. I put my snake stick into action for the first time but it failed to hold him and finally I had to put my foot on his neck, then grab him and deposit him in a bag. Needless to say it was not a venomous one but it is new to my collection and is noteworthy for having a coal black neck and head, there being an abrupt change, not a shading, from the light colored under part to the black. It is slightly over six feet in length. Our camp is large and photogenic, situated at the foot of a mountain sub- sidiary to Tozer but just as rocky and sheer. Our elevation is about 400 feet and we are in open forest. Our encampment consists of eight tents and we are on a slight ridge between two gullies in which streams flow. The mountain, rising perhaps a thousand feet above us, lies a scant half mile to our west and behind it lies Tozer itself, five hundred feet higher but invisible to us as we are so close to the smaller one. Our mode of assault has not yet been settled; it has been suggested that we scale the lower mountain first and take observations from there but I think myself that we can cut our way to a saddle lying south of the small mountain and reach Tozer summit that way. If we do tackle the small one, we simply will have the other and bigger job to do anyway and will have used up two days in ascending the smaller pinnacle. We shall see. Monday, 28 June 1948. Most of the day was spent in putting the finishing touches on the camp and we now have a comfortable, highly photogenic outfit. Pictures, I am sure, will be taken, and I trust we shall have as great success as our camp is commendable. I managed to get out for a couple of hours late in the morning and fol- lowed along the Wenlock trail I had passed around the north of Mount Tozer. The rock face is more in evidence there, jutting up from the brush and forest at the foot of the cliff, but compared, for example, with Roraima, it is just about negligible. Tozer's cliff is about 300 feet, Roraima's was 1,500 feet.