we left the scrub country and got into a sort of heath, the vegetation so high that our trail was a sort of tunnel of green, with vines hanging down in loops about throat high. Wince we had to watch our footing so carefully, gun or face was always being caught in these loops. This sort of travel lasted for an hour, with the rain pouring down and a cold wind blowing. Then we reached a pandanus swamp and after that had another hour of stiff climbing over either bare rocks or else the same rocks under a knee-deep growth of vegetation. I had my full collecting gear, reptile and insect, including gun, and Len had his gun and photographic gear, with Willie struggling along behind under a load of plant presses and papers. We reached the summit, at 1,734 feet, about two hours after leaving camp. During the war Mount Tozer, being the highest peak for many miles around (though 1,734 feet is not very high) had been surveyed by the Army and a cairn of stones built on its apex and a high pole mounted thereon. There has never been any collecting done on it. Len got some new plants and I did fairly well in my line, the prize being a series of five lizards, the first zoological specimens ever taken at that point. Mist was heavy almost all the time we were at the summit, though occa- sional, and very rare, breaks enabled us to see surrounding mountains and the winding Wenlock wagon road far below us. We were saturated with moisture, of course, and the wind blew a continuous cold gale. We spent about an hour and a half there and then decided to allow fifteen minutes more, just in case there should be a good break in the cloud which would permit photography. There was none, so we started down. Just above the pandanus swamp, George and Roy, coming up to spend this and tomorrow nights, met us, returning with us to 1,300 feet camp, for a meal. In addition to fare such as ours, they had a tin of syrup, the Sybarites. From 1300 foot camp it took us only an hour to return to the camp at 400 feet on the Wenlock road, our main camp here. It had taken double that time yesterday to make the climb up! Now, filled with one of Joe's best suppers, I am closing this, with a thought for George and Roy, up there in the little tent fly. I have not spent my fiftieth birthday, which will be tomorrow, on Tozer, but as I sit and write this, I am quite confident that my lefts will not let me forget the fact that I was there the day before. Thursday, 8 July 1948. The day was fairly clear, by far the clearest day any of us have had while on the summit of Tozer, so per- japs George and Roy did fairly well up there. Personally I doubt if they will have any results worthy of the name and it is my belief that the area is too wet to sustain such except insect life. George and I had hoped to speak together by Morse in the evening but just at dusk rain and mist came down, making it impossible. However I shall go up in the morning anyway; if we receive a [illegible] smoke signal before 9 A.M. it means that George wants to stay longer and rations will have to be sent up. If there is no signal, it means the camp is being closed and the Tozer job is done. In either event I shall go up. This was my fiftieth birthday and I was pretty busy working up the things I took during my spell up above. One of the Main Roads men came up with the mail that the plane had brought in yesterday and there was some New York mail and a package containing four bottles of Nescafe, sent from the Museum. In the evening I opened the half bottle of brandy I had brought from New York and