as the 1932 Volcanic ash fell that killed a lot of cows. He described vividly mice jumping off the cana or bushes onto your shoulders and down your shirt, the big native trout dying with mouse-bair-balls in their stomachs. His description of the mouse sounded Oryzomys. He also marked white rats as white as white rabbits. He said the cana gets bigger every year, showed me a couple of shrumps with creatures dying from unknown causes, and was familiar with the big shrump that flowered and died last year; no seeds. He knew the right shape of the seeds (much smaller than wheat). He was not familiar with Rattler; showed us under a tree bed ruffles off Mexican stems. Sometimes cows rest under the cana, and that they sing late in the afternoon and early morning. He said that the tops of longas and vines are killed by a "gusano" and that the gusano migrates seasonally down through the tremble. He showed me a wild current bark and said that an infusion of the leaves cured itching; an infusion of roots rooted wild strawberry cured difficult parturition in cows; and an infusion of Badal Bark was used for dyeing wool brown. He said that bamboo was being cut on Cavo Otto for shipment to Buenos Aires. Just after he left us (!) a large truck miles high with long cana drove out the dirt road. Doug Kelt arrived in late afternoon and spent