138 schedules. Had this engine trouble developed at Habbema, or at Makassar, we should probably be walking out to the Idenburg now. Tuesday, November 29, 1938. Fine clear sharp morning (10 degrees C.), clouded by 11.30; inter- mittent drizzling rain on into evening: mist down to 2250 m. at nightfall. Collected about 20 plants on the opposite bank of the river upstream to opposite "One-Eye's" village. Between 30-50 men and women passed me en route to the scene of a death, perhaps at One-Eye's village. Men smeared themselves with clay beside the river close to where I was working. Wednesday, November 30,1938. Broken clouds to 11 AM, then overcast and intermittent light rain: mist most of day on 2600 m. tops. Collected up to village on commanding point at about 2350 m. NW across river. Met there two very friendly middle-aged men who became even more friendly and shook my hand more frequently when, in course of a conversation carried on in signs, I told them that I would be leaving for the Balim in five days. They explained how they had taken cover when the plane flew over on early flight: Despite their obvious pleasure to learn of our early departure, they were insistent that when the pigs we earmarked during the ceremonial welcome had grown big tusks, we should return to eat them. Pointing to my gray hair, I say I was getting old, so would probably stay in my village I send my son.