[Journal, 4th Archbold Expedition to New Guinea] March 18 to May 15, 1953
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my brow and course down my glasses. It rained most of last night and as a result, our view of Maneau this morning was very clear though now, 1100, it has disappeared from view again. In the meantime, porters are coming in in fair quantities and if we move from here next Tuesday, as now is planned, it will mean one or more days travel for the next messenger depending on how far we have moved. I have not said anything much about the camp here. It is another rest-house, erected and maintained by the villagers, and under the nominal charge, its maintenance anyway, of the village constable. It is of split bamboo again, but much smaller than the Menapi house and we have some trouble in getting ourselves and all our gear into the place. There are orange trees right next to it, a sweet flowering bush grows along the crest of the hill on which the house stands, and we are level with the tops of the coconut palms which grow in the village below. Our cook staff, little Losima and Keem, are jewels and Losima in particular is a most appealing little fellow. He stands a bare 4'6" high and would easily pass as any one of the Seven Dwarfs. To watch the long and protracted thought which is ap- plied to such problems as the fact that fruit is served first at breakfast and last at all other meals, is a joy to watch, and the final shrug of the shoulders and mild ex- pression of disgust at the impossibility of understanding the ways of the taubada is most expressive. He trots along behind whenever we move, keeping close to one of us, and loves to go out at night and hunt with Van, being most apologetic when the walla- bies refuse to put their heads up to be shot. Keem is very much on the "wise guy" order, but an excellent cook and has perhaps more knowledge of English than he admits. What failings he may have in the way of honesty are more than offset, however, by his cooking and his willingness to do almost any kind of work and to do it hard and well. Jimi seems to be our weakest link, and one of Van's boys, Lik-Lik. The rest, I would say, are a good crowd and it is easy to see why the Gossiago boys are preferred over all other Island and New Guinea boys. They almost always have a smile, and every evening the atmosphere is blasted with the discords and minors of their singing, but it is singing, and indicates a good mood and spirit. Last night, perhaps because of the rain, was a good light-trap night. This morning's count was 1860, many of which were good sized moths, and there was a considerable variety. Today is Saturday and I must close this up and get the rations ready, as well as the weekly issue of tobacco and matches and soap. We seem to be sitting on a powder barrel just now and if and when it explodes, we have no idea in which direction we shall be blown. Although this page is not finished, I think I shall consider it so, and take it out now. 9th May, later. I don't know that there is any point in adding anything to this day's entry, but I did forget to note herein that I eid take bearings his morning on Maneau's Top, 210 degrees, and on the southernmost peak of the Goropu group of moun-tains, 265 degrees. The day has been bad from the collecting viewpoint, for my department, and we are infested with local visitors, who get terribly in the way, and see things which they should not see. Articles of equipment, for instance, for the possession of which murder would be nothing. It is unfortunate that we could have no idea until it was too late, that we would be here this length of time, or else we could have erected a preparation fly and put a fence around it. The fence, flimsy though it may be, is generally respected by the N.G. native. The Gossiagos are singing again, having been issued with their weekly ration of sugar, tea, meat, dripping, soap, matches and to- bacco, and I am glad that they are happy, for I do not feel too comfortable in this place. The Baniara police-boy did not bring any mail in when he came before so evi- dently there has been no ship out from Samarai since we left Menapi. Sunday, 10 May. A day much like the previous few and no further word on anything of any importance. Porters from various villages and tribes are coming in preparation for the big life on Tuesday early morning and spend their time peering at us and cluster- ing around wherever and whoever is working. Some have come from Kwagira, some from Kawansasap. a few Beiawa boys have straggled back from their first carry, men have come in from Medino, and all in all we may have as many as fifty to do the job. Tomorrow we shall do no collecting but separate the things which we hope to move on Tuesday, and make copious lists of the things we are leaving behind; most of the latter is to come along some time, either for the second mountain camp, or for Binguni camp, but a certain amount will be left here until our return. Ken will do the transportting of the things which have