Dyak strike? Wings of a dog snipe? October 6th. Rain off and on. Collected tree trunks and some forest orchids. Doctor reported all well on Idenburg. No malaria at the moment and no mosquitoes on the night he spent there. Government radio sending messages over our net as theirs broken down. Doctor said he'd measured several natives and they ranged in height from 1.45 to 1.75 m. October 7th Rain all day. Tied up group material into bundles--all to be dried in Hollandia--put it into tent to dry off surface water at least. Drank too much whiskey last might and this AM paid for it in stomach trouble. Many natives about as usual. October 13th. Sun and clouds in AM. Hard rain off and on in PM: Hunting--forest AM--returning to camp past Papuan house. One man rushed to house, talking in angry tones and seizing a bow and arrows, held them out. A definite threat. Then he made gestures indicating that I was not to hunt look for birds there. In camp Richardson's boys had reported being threatened with drawn bow in the same place. By same sullen-faced man of middle age. Right after arriving in tent an old man came in with the bundle of arrows and gave them to me--I returned a shell (this old man had been there at the time). A peace gesture? But Richardson, with Papuan escort, had passed unmolested and Toxopeus had, with local aid, chased butterflies in the clearing. This PM the locals brought in a number of butterflies, for T--they were tightly