-137- The "Jessie" had arrived last night and Ken had most of the cargo on board by the time of my arrival. He also had ready to carry as passengers on the small vessel 20 Beli Beli natives he had recruited for Buntings without my knowing anything about it. A pretty raw action, whoever was responsible. At 10:45 we left Bolu Bolu, stopped at Nuatutu plantation to take on board a pig which Ken had bought as a Christmas present for friends of his in Samarai, and at 2:15 tied up at the small wharf at Mepamoiwa on Fergusson Island. Boat too overcrowded to make the run to Samarai through the night - few could have found a place to sleep. Anyway, I wished to examine the savanna country seen on our way out to Goodenough six weeks ago and an overnight stay suited me very well. We were the guests of hospitable Charlie Corbett, European Medical Assistant in charge of the native hospital. Corbett an active, slight brunette of about 35, from the Tweed River on the Queensland-New South Wales border. He had a small snake for us. From the sea the savannas or savanna forests of Mapamoiwa appeared to be timbered with a Eucalyptus. Examination showed the tree to be a form of Melaleuca leucadendron. A typically Australian community grassed with Themeda (kangaroo grass), one of the associate herbs being a Pimelea, a genus which so far as I remember is not known outside of Australia. Where I saw it the savanna forest occupied a low ridge of well-drained sandy grey soil flanked by rain forested gullies. It extended up to the crest of a high spur (1000 ft.?) behind Cape Morilyan. Tuesday, November 3, 1952: Left Mapamoiwa at 5:30 A.M. and arrived Samarai about 8:15 in the evening. A flat calm sea and uneventful trip. After a shave and bath I visited Geoff in the hospital. A shock to see him lying helpless, paralyzed in the right side and unable to talk more than a few words. Still, he looked bright and seemed to understand all that was said to him. Had a detailed report of his illness from Sister Bedelia Mulchay, Sister in Charge of the hospital. (A rotund, jolly person. We talked over a bottle of beer in her quarters). For several days after being seized with his second stroke Geoff was in a very bad way. For three weeks he was out of his mind. Then he began to improve, and when he learned that we were on the way back to Samarai to take him home he began to improve rapidly. Friends have been wonderfully faithful in visiting and doing all they could for him. (Ailsa Hall, Dusty Miller, Rus Webster, Tony Skewes). They have seen him daily. Lately, since his sensibilities have returned, Ailsha has read to him [illegible] every evening. Tony took on the job of shaving him every other day until he had to go on patrol. Then Rus, who has visited him for an hour every morning, became barber. Lately he has been giving speech guidance and encouraging Geoff to try moving his paralyzed limbs. The doctor having ordered a meatless diet, and no fish being buyable in Samarai, Dusty has been going out in his launch and catching fish. Rus has been gatheriny oysters from the rocks. Now a little red meat is allowed. Geoff has eaten