March 30 1933 From March 21 to the 29 we spent in Port Morely packing the few groceries we got at Bona trading supply and sorting our gear and doing a lot of loafing while getting bags. BP has psychod and maneuvered all our boxes of food into crescentin T cases. We have gotten seven boys; a cook, helper, and two others all from Hana'abado (Big village in Mota) one is deafly drunk but sleeps rather quick and is reputed to be a good cook, better than the cook or if the cook turns out to be what he seems, a bush league, he will get the such Mr Adamson left in his launch Monday for Yale where we were to have met him yesterday but after the HTS did not come on we are already late. This day the weather is fine. When we left the mountain was free of clouds and they rose blue silhouette against the sky, it was quite an impressive sight. Clouds gradually bow in and settled in the mountain so that now, from their as came down to probably two thousand feet, the effect is pretty as the rest of the sky our land is free and thus is the view Malayan hills here and there one sees glooms and little there are monotonous horizon. On board everyone is sleeping (except the helmsman) only one or two netting were dozing, sing maybe with the scent of the diesel. We are dragging four feet clear but so far there have been nothing false alarms. We have two other passengers. Last night we went to Police Commissioners Sogans house and played poker until midnight after which we packed until they turned the light out which was about one so we had to get up again at six to finish which we did not. Get away for schedule at seven. It is rather hard to write at the bottom of this page while holding on to your lgh. I know what we have seen so far to day, two court fish bags are mostly mangroves swamps flooded by forest or seaweed and occasionally grassland. When we