to be moved, and we are bound to come out through this place when we have finished the mountains. Most of us and nearly all of the local villagers swem to have head-colds and mine was accompanied by a severe nose-bleed this afternoon. That sometimes goes along with a cold with me, but I feel very fit anyway. I did little today but prepared a statement of expenses and finances up to date; this afternoon I walked over the big forest but it was cloudy and there was little flying or crawling. Perhaps I should have made it clear that the transportation of the things which we do not take with us tomor- row will be carried out by Ken while we are working at the Top Camp. I think thats all for this day. Perhaps I should have said also that the "fence" referred to last night is nothing bu that, and a very flimsy one indeed, but it carries the authority of Govern- ment which is respected by the natives; Healy, the A.D.O. in Samarai authorized us to fence whenever we thought it necessary, which is at every village. A thing I have not mentioned yet is the dog and pig fights which go on all the time in the village. The pig is the preferred house pet, I think, and the dogs are poor, skinny creatures, but every now and then a pack of them corner and attack a pug. The pig squeals and then charges the dogs who run yelping in all directions. Pig and dog shrieks echo up the hill to us and then usually one of the local babies starts to yell, just to add to the general pandemonium. 11 May. This day marks the end of our visit to Baiawa until after we have finished with the mountain, for we get up at 0400 tomorrow. We shall breakfast and then wait for two hours while the villagers in whose canoes we are to travel do the same. The first lot cargo went off to Kwagira landingabout 1700 this afternoon; two of the clumsy out- rigger canoes upset while being loaded, dumping one of Van's boxes and one containing the trade tobacco. Both had to be brought back for drying. Other than there was no particu- lareventduring the day and I am leaving my typewriter here tomorrow so everybody interested henceforth will have to struggle with my handwriting. Little later, same night. It occurs to me that I have not been very explicit about this phase of the move. It developed this morning that there would not be enough porters and canoes available tomorrow to make the portage to Moi Biri Creek, which is Kwagira Landing. Therefore I suggested that they carry part of the cargo this afternoon and the balance tomorrow morning, which was decided upon. The part which has gone, during which the canoes tipped over, was the first half of it. Now we are not sure how we shall get it on from Kwagira Landing through Kwagira and on to Biniguni, but we under- stand that the Baiawa men will quit at Kwagira and a group from another village, Opagwari, will continue to Biniguni. At first the Opagwaris were to carry from Biniguni to Top Camp. I'll make it all clear as it develops. 12 May. Up at 0345 and left Baiawa approximately 0630. First part of the journey con- sisted of a very pleasant canoe trip across Moi Biri Bay to the moutn of Moi Biri Creek. There were no accidents in loading. At the mouth of the Creek, running between mangrove roots and so covered in by trees that it was quite dim a python coiled in the branches of a tree did not even raise its head at our passage. Having no gun nor means of preserving the creature, I ignored it likewise. We must have travelled nearly 3/4 of an hour up the creek which narrowed and shallowed so that we were stuck on fal- len logs several times but a few minutes after we reached the landing there were thirty- four porters. They picked up all but sixteen of the loads, a few women carrying too, and we moved off to Kwagira at a good clip, making the journey in 1 1/4 hours. During the march I started at the rear, as we all did, and worked my way to the head of the column, having to travel pretty fast to pass the carriers. As I walked into the village from one end Ken came in from the other. It was good to see him. We had planned to walk on km to Biniguni, but the porters wanted to rest and I was not sorry over that. Kwagira is a pretty village with a river running past it and I got some pictures which I hope will turn out well. The last roll stuck badly and I only got about six or seven exposures from it, but this one seems to run freely and well and I am quite hopeful that perhaps I have mastered it. We were all tired after the early departure and turned in shortly after 8 PM. The people though are getting dirtier and dirtier and many of them are covered with ring-worm from head to foot. A great help was that the weather was cool, clear and lovely.