A broad expanse of cultivated, ditched land was traversed beyond the Wamena, where the people were equally peaceful. Passing out of the tranquil area into a region of more scattered but equally friendly people, we rested on the bank of a shady, clear running stream about an hour from the Wamena, where we had an opportunity of seeing how easily and quickly trouble might start in this country. Following a few hot words among a small group of natives who followed us, we heard, as we sat by the stream, the twang of a bowstring. A man rushed away through the tall grass, and the young fellow he had shot staggered into the stream and in a few moments collapsed in the water, still grasping the arrow he had removed from his leg. Our native followers made light of the incident, assuring us with repeated cries of Nap and Nakea, that they entertained nothing but the most friendly feelings towards ourselves. This rest place on the stream evidently marked the tribal boundary of these people and the next; for we travelled an hour or more through uninhabited, but once cultivated lands before reaching the heavily peopled area above Balim base camp. We found all well with Huls and his small party upon our arrival in camp about 1230. Camp is pleasantly situated in a grove of sighing Casuarina on the bank of the river, on rich dark silty loam no doubt flooded at times. Thursday, December 8, 1938. Enjoyed a pleasant day of rest in the drowsy warmth of this comparatively low altitude. A few natives hang around the fence watching us and trying to sell odds and ends of food, etc. They are very noticeably quieter than the rather aggressive people of the Bele. The folk here are more closely tied to the soil, for, having no new forest land to bring under crop, they must labour to produce from the old. There being no forest to hunt in within easy reach, they probably seldom go far from their gardens. The