3 of Crutwell, the missionary with whom Len corresponded who has gone back to England for a year's furlough; he left his dog here, a good one, apparently in somebody's charge as it is being fed, but it is a white man's dog, does not like natives nor native dogs, and is trying its best to move in with us. It spends most of its day under our hut and this morning I found it fast asleep in our washing quarters. We cannot take it on because we shall be moving out in about five weeks and could not take it along with us. We were all up shortly after 0500 this morning to get Ken away, after having been awake half the night with terrific thunder, rain and lightening. ; the little dry creek beds around the camp were young torrents this morning. The boat did arrive at Baniera yesterday and we will get a bit of mail, mostly from Samarai, though Len had a letter from Marie and I one from Miriam; mine was dated March 9th, only 18 days ago, which is good time, but it is such another world that such a thing does not seem possible at all. All well in Brooklyn, I am glad to learn, though Marie has had to return to Memorial Hospital for more treatments and is staying with Miriam. 28 March. This has been a sizzling day and not a good one from the point of view of collecting. Some time yesterday Len managed to wrench his back and when I got up this morning, he was writhing on his cot trying to raise himself; it took both of us to get him on his feet. Our daily routine is now quite definite. We get up at 0600 and have tea; we have breakfast at 0700; go on our collecting rounds until 1030 to 1100 and then return for more tea; lunch is at twelve; then collecting to 1500 to 1530; tea again; fix up the specimens taken; bath consisting of a pail of warm water about 1700; sundowner (rum and water) 1800; supper 1830; then light-trap and occasional jack-light hunting until perhaps 2200; then turn in. A long day. The meals consist largely of bread and tinned stuff but there is a fair amount of fresh fruit available and people come from long distances to sell it to us for a few sticks of tobacco which are currency here. The boys have even less variety than we; their daily ration is a cup of rice, a half-cup of either wheat meal or peas, what plantains or bananas we choose to buy for them (we are fairly liberal) and three sticks of tobacco and two tins of meat per week. I am getting on with their language and by signs and single words can tell Niko and Billee to go up to the gardens and catch snakes, lizards, butterflies, grasshoppers and in fact everything I am collecting. Sometimes I hit exactly on their accent, which is a case for cheers on all sides, but they are a cheerful lot and we get along. The locals have some peculiar ideas and I have only absorbed a few so far. The property-holding mark is anything which is not natural. A gun or a haversack apparently is a matter of "finders keepers" but if a palm leaf is stuck in the muzzle of the gun or a handful of grass or a coconut shell placed on the haversack, that will never be disturbed. Soon I must line the boys up and get some pictures; Len's are Sugimoto, Tommy and Bobby; Van's are David (actually Ken's personal boy), Isolele and Lik-lik; mine are Niko and Billee, Jimmy is the head-boy (now away with Ken) and the cooks are Keem and Losimo. Tonight we, Van and I, since Len cannot walk, are going over to see Bill Mason, the trader - I am looking forward to some cold beer and Van to cold ginger-beer. (The English are given to the boys whose real ones are not easily pronounceable.) Sunday, 29 March. I am not sure whether I said yesterday that the local Bishop was due in Menapi today, but he didn't show up anyway; too bad because Gussie, the local incumbent, a dainty-little creature, dragged himself out of the Mis- sion to alert the population yesterday, the first time we have seen him out in the open, and fell off one of the log bridges, muddying his lovely white stockings and shorts. It has been a bad day, extremely humid and with rain most of the afternoon which pre- cluded any hunting. Speaking of hunting I am not sure whether I mentioned that the Museum expressed a wish for quantity and they are certainly going to get it; a couple of days ago Niko brought in somewhat haltingly, since he did not know whether I wanted it, a frog. I praised it since I do want them, and Niko and Bill went out in the afternoon and brought back 114 of them. That is known in scientific circles as getting a series. Len's back is a bit better this morning and we are busy getting ourselves into shape for the ascent of Mt. Manco, on some maps as Mt. Dayman, which