Lehmer, P. 1964 Nov. 6 woke up to a downpour of fecal weather and decided to roll over and play dead; Roger got up and went to skinning birds hoping to set a record for birds skinned Nov. 6 in Kwajalein - I think he made it although no one came down to the ship to make the presentation; a little later Harry got up and joined Roger, both the voices rising in the usual duet everyone knew the Smithsonian Party was back to normal; today we learned that the new second mate would arrive on the ninth - although this was three days off at least now we had a "definite" date; the weather remained fecal until late afternoon when it took rest before resuming again later at night; George and I went birding-exploring along the southern shore of the island - we found the Boy Scout camp and the abandoned Country Club, another multi-thousand dollar endeavor deeded useless by Uncle Sam; Bunon and Harry tried to find hardware cloth to build a fish trap, a new frontier inspired by Security Guard - Ichthyologist Myers; after a fruitless afternoon looking for the hardware cloth they took a taxi to the dump and set out the mouse traps; George and I returned having seen nothing unusual; the rest of the day slid by unnoticed.