139. The stream, where I met it, was about twenty feet in width, and I followed it downhill, of course, in order to get back to camp. Soon it passed over a wide expanse of flat sheer rock and the water is so low that only small runlets of shallow water completely crossed the expense of rock. They joined again and plunged into a gorge about fifty feet deep and as many feet wide. The water ran as one stream, leaping down tne or twenty feet here, rushing under a natural stone bridge there, still confined into the gully which condensed the water some- times into a narrow rushing flume only a couple of feet wide, and then letting it expand into deep pools ten or twelve feet across. It was not possible to get down to the water as the bottom twenty feet of the gorge were sheer, but I scram- bled along the top; having travelled three or four hundred yards in that was, we, the stream and I, came to a place where there was another flat expense of rock, sixty or seventy yards across and I was able to get down to the water level again. Here, as at the top of the gorge, there was not nearly enough water to completely cover the width of the stream bed but again at the foot it was pent into a small compass until, gradually the drop lessened, the stream widened and eventually I came to the place where our canvas wash-basin reposed. My foot was in bad condition again after the scramble along the edge of the gully and I was glad enough to get back to camp, where I found everybody at lunch; I had been out much longer than I thought. Tomorrow morning Len, Van and Don, with two blacks, set out for the top Finnegan camp and the next day George and Moreton move to the Scrub camp. I shall not attempt to reach the top of the mountain and indeed shall be lucky if I can walk tomorrow but on the 9th I shall join George at the Scrub. By that time the others will be back from Finnegan and also, I hope, I shall be in decent walking condition again. My collecting was fair but confined to the crawling rather than the fly- ing things; I got two lizards new to this area, one of which was new to the collection, and also took three varieties of scorpions and two of centipedes. One at least of the scorpions is new. At the top entrace of the gorge I saw at its foot two large lizards climb from the water; I shot one but unfortunately it fell back into the water. At least, I was saved a difficult climb down to get it. Snakes are completely absent or in hibernation and flying things, butterflies, moths and dragonflies are rare enough to be counted on the fingers. Even the light trap at night fails me and my evening catch consists usually of half a dozen tiny little microbes. Tomorrow is Labor Day in the U.S. and three weeks from tomorrow we come to the end of the expedition. Monday, 6 September 1948. There was something of a commotion before the Finne- gan party got away this morning. There were two peck animals to be loaded and there was no problem with the first but the second, a mare, created something of a furor. Everything had been loaded that could be and a surcingle was being set around the mare and the load; Len was tugging at one end when suddenly there was a crack and the leather broke. The loud snap disturbed the animal which started to buck, quickly the nicely bal- anced load was distributed over the landscape, but the horse was quieted and the operation started again, this time with a broad webbing strap from Len's crying(sic) equipment in place of the broken surcingle. Again the load was balanced and the strap applied, to hold this time. The cavalcade started off and the mare took a deep breath, upon which the strap parted with another loud report. Again the load was scattered to the four winds as the mare, thoroughly frightened by what she had done, started again to buck. It was not until the third attempt, this time with a new surcingle which Jack Roberts sent his boy