46 Gurakor - Meari Creek listed in TNG) that teaching would be impossible with some sort of common language. The teacher put a lot of energy into his talk, but not enough to keep all of the congregation awake. HorroIt gave Van and me a running out- line translation in a low voice, his breath smelling of tobacco and what seemed to be last evening's beer. We dined with HorroIt at noon, and had tea with him this evening. Mrs. HorroIt laid up with what seems to be a combination of malaria and the mysterious virus (?) complaint known as "Echo 6" which has been prevalent in Lae and perhaps other coastal parts since about the time of our arrival in the country. Meals in the HorroIt house were tasty, attractively served on good china (Mrs. HorroIt's father owns a porcelain factory in germany), but, strangely, it seemed to me, nearly everything came out of cans. Most old-time New Guinea residents live very largely on the land, and are the better for it. Waiting on table were three young native girls with reasonable efficiency, very clean and bright, and wearing different dresses for each meal -- the very unsightly mother hubbard sort of garment which I have seen only in the Lae area but which perhaps is an introduction of the Lutheran Mission. One of the girls, and head of the kitchen, is a small lass from the Kukukuku country. HorroIt and his family were taken from New Guinea upon outbreak of World War II and interned in Australia. Treatment was good after an initial two days in handcuffs immediately after arrival in Australia. Some American and other missionaries who remained in the Madang area were captured by the Japanese. Some were killed by American bombs; could not ascertain what happened to the rest. HorroIt's son George, 22, is in the Queensland University and aiming to enter the New Guinea forest service. His first choice was engineering, but the class was very big, passes said to be limited to a fixed number, and being German, he felt he would have no chance in it. HorroIt is a mature and broad man of tolerant outlook, but at times he can not conceal a bitterness about the treatment he and his people had in the hands of the Australians at the time of the war. He always speaks well of the attitude of the New Guinea officials -- at least the older men with experience. His chief objection to Australians would appear to be on the grounds of their limited viewpoint and pettiness. Monday, May 11. John had a streptomycin injection at Mumeng before turning up at camp this morning. Although everything was packed and ready to load on the Land Rover, we were unable to get away from Gurakor until 10:30. The HorroIts seemed genuinely sorry to see us go. Probably it would have been unwise to stay longer. The one request that HorroIt made upon our arrival was that our boys be warned to keep away from the mission girls, who lived in three houses near the head mission house and the one we occupied. I therefore issued a solemn warning. But the girls drew their water supply from a rainwater tank at our house. And for the last day or two I had noticed some play of eyes when they came in the morning with their buckets. Three watch dogs roaming at night, and barking at the slightest movement, probably were sufficient insurance of the chastity of the female quarters for the short time of our stay. At Patek Creek, at 3000 ft. on the road between Gurakor, we stopped to collect a fine Rhododendron with big orange flowers (#29509) which grew on a high bank above the roadway. An examination showed that a yellow species with somewhat smaller and more tubular flowers (#29510) was present. Nice finds, and at an unexpectedly low altitude.