Gill, Douglas E. 1964 151 and the only way through was to work along the edge or jump from root to root. We went a couple of miles of this still following the telephone poles. We were expected to come upon a cabin as described by King and were really amazed people would come through this God forsaken place. There were practically no birds around and soon we were just hiking to find out where the telephone wires led. We found out. We came to an abrupt precipice where the telephone line and poles just plunged over down into the valley below. And way below was a dirt road. Well, we had no intention of going down that jungled slope and decided our journey was at an end. It was cold and damp and I was lucky I had brought my sweatshirt. After eating lunch we headed back collecting plants for Bob Bongas we went. At one place over the trundra a Short-eared Owl flew over. Several Apapane were about, but that's about all the birds there were. If this were Alakai Swamp, it's a lousy place to go for anything, but plants. We worked our way back, and going down to the stream Larry finally shot an Elapaio. We headed swiftly back as we were really bored. Larry finally threw his homemade slingshot away. When we got back to the car we were both thoroughly filthy and grimy from sloshing through that swamp. Driving out, we passed several people walking up in bathing suits. We inquired where the swimming was and then turned around and went ba[kk] down to go to the dam. But when we had gotten down a short ways it started raining fairly hard so we decided to get out before we got caught again. Once out on Route 55 I drove down to the base in much more a conservative manner than Larry. We stopped by the canal where we had seen the Cinese Thrush