up the east slope of Koomba. The day's collecting brought in thickheads, longtails, a yellowbibbed dove, three small kingfishers, minors, white-eyes, red-knobbed pigeons, small green parrots, honeysuckers, black-headed flycatchers, fantails, a white-headed hawk, a gray dove, and a big parrot. Friday, October 21st. Hicks and I spent a fruit- less day blazing a trail to the top of a mountain, which proved to be too thickly vegetated for shooting. It was a good day's experience in woodcraftsmanship if nothing else. Hicks, besides being a very excellent bushman is a ship's engineer, a skillful skinner, and almost the best hunter on board. It would be easy to spend a long time describing my first experience in getting bushed. It was in the evening and as Hicks and I were returning from the top of the ridge I decided to remain near the fairly large stream that crossed the trail and go in for a swim. I told Hicks not to wait for me but to go on back to the beach where the long boat was to meet us. I had an idea that the place in the stream's course where I was was nearer to the shore than it was. I had crossed it several times before and had perfect confi- dence that I could find my way back again. I took off my clothes and plunged into the cool water enjoying the luxury of a sudden change in temperature after a hard day's work. I took my time in dressing. I didn't dis- cover I was properly lost until I had thoroughly re- freshed myself. When I was all ready to leave the spot