Thursday, 9 September 1948. So far I have not hit on a subject which would both be appropriate to the expedition and also give me something to write about so I have to confine myself to the day's small activities. Van and Don came down from the summit of Finnegan this afternoon and I went up to George's camp this morning. Both places produced a good quantity of mammal specimens but I have decided that I shall not move permanently to George's camp although Van and Don will go up on Saturday. It is a bare forty-five minutes walk from here so I shall go there for the day and evening, return after dark, doing my night collecting on my way down, and sleep and have breakfast here. That will save the trouble of transporting all my camp and collecting gear, other than what I carry in my haversack anyway, and since we have only two pack-horses to do the whole job, it seems distinctly a good idea. With the advent of slightly warmer nights and correspondingly better days, it is possible that a number of things will emerge from wherever they have been. All my departments are very inactive but there is just a chance that a new batch of flying things may grow before long and that the reptiles will come out from their places of hibernation. They will have to do it with speed as we have only seventeen days left now before traps are lifted for the last time. George feels that two or three days more will be all he needs at his camp, on Rossville Creek, and what happens after that is somewhat indefinite. This evening Len asked me to join him in a one-day climb to the top of Finnegan; it would mean about eight hours climbing, either up or down, and three hours collecting at the top. If my foot recovers enough and no other camp has been opened, I shall most likely do it, but I am beginning to be really disturbed about the foot. For the first time since our arrival here, I slept last night without my windbreaker; as a result I woke shivering somewhere about 5.15, but there really is a change for the warmer in the weather. Friday, 10 September 1948. A carpet snake had to be skinned this morning and I was in no particular hurry to get up to George's camp anyway so arrived there just before noon, carrying with me, it later developed, our whole supply of bread for both camps; George needed bread anyway and Joe called to me that the bread was on the table, while I was packing my gear. Coming into the kitchen a little later I saw several packages and a new loaf, which which Roy and I between us loaded into our packs and then moved off. I found out later that the new loaf was just out of the oven and had been put on the table to cool, while George's bread was in one of the wrapped parcels. Roy and I got to the camp, had lunch there and then George and Roy came back here; it was on George's return up there that I learned that I had stolen all the bread. That camp is in rain forest and right on the bank of a tributary stream of Parrot Creek, which supplies the lower camp; it seems fairly promising ground and I should get some things up there during the period of the camp. I stayed until a couple of hours after dark and then started back, to find within fifty feet of the camp a death adder. The other one I got was banded in a sort of orange and cream effect (that was at Iron Range, where the ground is red) but this one is banded in grey-black and olive, taking after the colors of the forest. It showed clearly enough in my headlamp but otherwise would have just melted into the shadows of the grass. They have a record of about 40-50% mortality with their bites and I stepped carefully for the rest of the way down to the base camp. I am very glad to have the snake and very glad also to clear it out of the vicinity of George's camp.