111. As soon as I finish this, I am going out for a short time in order to finish the spider collection from Brown's. I find myself wishing I knew a little more about quality and quantity required to make up a good collection for a field trip of this duration. At a rough estimate, I must have some thousands of spiders since every time I go out I get about fifty of them; of reptiles so far I have well over three hundred and butterflies, moths and such small fry must be well up in the thousands. Centipedes and scorpions and such things will be pretty close to a thousand, so I think I am doing well so far as quantity is concerned. As for quality, I shall learn about than when I get back, I suppose. Van has asked that I make a note of my appearance when doing my fishing and since I have commented fairly freely on other people it is only fair that I should do so about myself. My costume consists of a pair of pale blue shorts and a sheath knife though I am not quite sure what the latter is for. Certainly I would not at- tempt to stab a crocodile. But what seemed to be of greatest interest to the on- lookers was when I tried bending over and getting my head under water in order to see where the stunned fish were lying. The pale blue shorts remained above water though I was bent to such an extent that my head and feet were near one another. Fortunately nobody had thought to bring a camera along. Sunday, 18 July 1948. I was out this morning when the Wenlock boys returned from [illegible] Portland Roads but they remained to have lunch with us and brought the mail, very welcome. Van and Moreton went off with them when they drove on, and we also had the news that our transport to Wenlock from Iron Range will be a day later than expected. All in all, it is a very good thing that Van and Moreton have gone on. There does seem to be some mix-up in cargoes though until I get to Iron Range and check, I cannot say what. We know the Leisha did come in and did leave cargo for us but apparently some of the Annie River cargo has been set ashore at Portland Roads. We may have more than we expect but that is better than less. Rain has settled in again this evening and most likely we shall run into bad weather when we get back on the other side of the range; usually it is worse on the east than the west side and this, on the west, has been far from good. Monday, 19 July 1948. It was the Main Roads truck that finally came up to get us this afternoon, which means more money saved, I am happy to say. Jim Moon, whom, for some reason unknown to me, we have been calling George ever since we met him, arrived about one o'clock and we were back at Iron Range about 3.30. The only things worthy of note were the facts that it was a find day and that there was a snake on the trail which I missed as I was day-dreaming or dozing and did not come to quickly enough to get it. My shot hit it and lifted it off the ground but did not stop it going into the scrub at with a mile a minute. The population of Iron Range is intact now, Mr. and Mrs. Connell having returned from Cairns about two weeks ago. Bert Connell cut all our hair, to celebrate. My last haircut was on that strange throne at Thursday Island where the black barber sat on a little shoe box beside me and reached up to do the trimming. Our stores were here and in order save for one or two things which have been omitted and a little party ensued after we had made ourselves comfortable again.