L. 17. P.I. Monday, May 18. At the Camp '5 miles below Palmer Junction', The plane is due this morning. We had a lot of trouble starting the radio motor and when at length we did get on air Tubal said he could not hear us. Last night tried Lertsch's insect funnel trap - a lost funnel with a very stiff upside jar open-mouthed at the bottom of it, the whole contraption hung beneath a string light. Caught ordles of small things and a probably flyger one. The plane came in early - about 9 o'clock, bringing visitors Mr. Woodward, Resident Myjistrate of the Western Division. Russell fixed up our motor-generator - at least he said it was all right. They all stayed to lunch & left about 2.15 o'clock. A little collapsible boat was used to come ashore & go on board, and afterwards it was left here. I just showed the locals some specimens of mammals told them to bring them in. Their word for rat appears to be Tutiki, and for Cuscus Simai. They called a bat Maine. Just as as the 'Reno' was getting off the water his two dogs Blue and Stink got so wildly excited that they stayed their third finger and fell into the river whence they were dragged half drowned. On both banks groups of local bushmen were gathered together to watch the evolutions of the plane. In the evening we had a little send-off party for Healy and Williet who leave in the morning. Tuesday, May 19. Some rain in night. About 30 locals a pathluff to help carry loads along the trail. Got tough easily to Dane: very sticky signals all ways. Reduced radio schedule to once a day - at 7.30 a.m. Loads were distributed among the carriers & a farewell cup of tea among the five of us whites. Healy-Willie moved off with about 70 men at 9.45. We took lots of pictures. Healy or government officer with a corporal headed the line, they sergeant traveled in the middle and two police with Williet brought up the rear. For the third time a cassowary egg has been dug up in.