under a leaking tarpaulin in the back of the truck while Norman Fisher and the other men, with the baby, sat in front. The truck had no windshield so we were all thoroughly wetter with a complete impartiality. The first and only breakdown occurred about half way between Portland Roads and Iron Range and de- layed us for about half an hour. The rain stopped soon after however and after passing Iron Range we were fortunate enough to get a good-sized pig. Darkness came down just as we reached our Tozer camp and of course it was impossible for them to go any further. We had ample space for them under our canvas and with the pig, which we shared with them, there was plenty of food. The children thought it was great fun, the baby gurgled, the women took it very well and everybody spent a happy night. It was very odd for all of us though, who have hardly seen a woman of any kind, to see them all, with the children, sitting at our table, and we were very glad to be able to be of assistance to them. We should reach Wenlock about the 22nd and it is good to make friends in advance. Monday, 5 July 1948. Breakfast this morning was somewhat different from our usual austere routine; first of all we had broiled prok chops from the pig we got yesterday evening and secondly there was a consider- able amount of childish prattle going on. The baby and its father was on "Uncle Joe's" bed, Joe having his bunk rigged in the dining tent, one of the other children refused to eat her bread and jam, just as children do anywhere, and was dealt with as summarily as other youngsters do who act up. Finally they were loaded up and of course the truck was thoroughly wetted with last night's rain and the engine would not work. Pushing was necessary as has been the case with every truck that has stopped at our camp, and at last the Wenlock people went sailing off into the blue. Rain and low clouds existed all through the day; in the morning I worked on things that had accumulated while I was away but in the afternoon went over to the river and worked up stream from the gorge, arriving about half a mile up the river at another place where there was a large rock expanse and a small fall. The rain started just after I left camp and continued first of all as a heavy downpour and then as a drizzle and light mist. I thought it might be quicker on my way back to cut my way through the scrub instead of retracing my way and did so, deluging myself with rain from the bushes and trees. The weather has been disgusting ever since we reached this camp and it seems to me that the last really clear, hot day was on the Alegna before we reached Port- land Roads. Van and Don had a miserable time on the summit of Tozer, mist closing their visibility down to about twenty yards. Len and I go up tomorrow, and shall spend one night there. If things are promising in my department, I shall very likely go up with George again later in the week. Supper tonight was an excellent meal, including many of the delicacies that I had been able to scrounge, and of course starting with roast pork. While I was away I was able to complete pretty well all the arrangements for our departure from this camp, our return to Iron Range for the final pack- ing, transportation to Brown's Creek and to Wenlock on our final journey to Coen, and also the transportation and shipment of the goods we are sending out to Cairns. That sounds like quite a feat and of course it still remains to be seen whether all the arrangements actually will work, when the time comes. One of the Wenlock men is going out by plane from the airport on Thursday and passes our camp on Wednesday. I am able to get mail out through him and shall turn to it now.