DIARY - VAN DEUSEN Masba Creek Camp 17 May 1964 (Sunday) Some rain off and on during the night. The drops of water falling from the tall trees hit the tent canvas like shot. Misty and dripping in camp in early A.M. Woke at 3:00 A.M. On expeditions my every sense seems to be alert, day and night. I came from the sound asleep condition to wide-awake in a flash. Some small mammal was calling above the tent; I'm almost certain now that it is a sugar glider (Petaurus breviceps). Ken MacGowan heard it, too, and came out of his tent. We could not locate our potential specimen. I am always amazed at myself on an expedition. At home I would not even dream of killing a bird or mammal. And yet in New Guinea every waking minute is attuned to taking specimens, everything from fleas to tree-climbing kangaroos! No flying foxes were about. Stan's back went crook on him today. It's a good thing that his chiropracter gave me a couple of hours instruction before we left home! I worked on it several times and managed finally to get the kinks out of it. Ru had a dizzy spell last night, but it passed off during the night. Must check to see if he is taking his aralen anti-malaria pills regularly. We are in relatively low country still and I insist that everyone in camp stay on the pill diet. Ru is collecting in heavy forest on the ridge above Masba Creek today. Davida, Tobram, and I moved the mist net from the gulley near Stan's tent up to the upper loop of our jacking trail. We also took in the two nets from the creek south of camp--one was put up on the lower loop.