gressing - Up on ridge where trail goes across - but birds very few - and silent - crossed valley flat and hunted back other side with very poor success - Flushed a pair of grouse just below camp. ? first and wilder as so often the case. In PM Toxopeus went up to lake - with sergeant - saw eight coots and five Salvadorina of which he shot two - Toxopeus brought twenty-three kgs. of food in with him yesterday - but no sugar - tea, butter flour - grease, very little rice - he brought however, palm sugar,currant cordial, chocolate, tinned cake - a big box of soda crackers and a big tin of soup! He says he can use my sugar and that in the mornings we can eat his palm sugar on our oatmeal - only he hasn't any oatmeal! And today he diverted the drainage ditch so as to flow into the middle of camp and then burned up part of the storage tent and told me I was lucky it didn't all burn. And now there is rain on the roof. Maugham wrote "Rain" but why doesn't some one write a sonnet to "Rain on a Roof". The first few patters, the quickening tempo as the bulk of the rain arrives and the first of it hurries or is pushed on; then the sodden heavy drumming of rain drops that blends into a continuous sound - the slackening off as of relief and the few straggling drops that trail on behind. Toxopeus is outside my tent catching moths - his bearded shadow - with hat, net and bottle falls on the tent as fitting subjects for caricatures.