L.21. P.9. One more hectic day. On the road by 8.30. A rotten trail with much all side-hill work. We must have crossed hundreds of steep walled ridges alternating with hundreds of rushing brooks. The general trend known was downwards and we at length came out on the Palmer (by the Limba people called Swoep) at 12.00. On the way across from the previous camp I twice more saw old slate (or shale?) exposed in in brook beds - much jointed but apparently level bedded (at those spots). At 10 o'clock got a glimpse of Mt. Kariki nearly due west. We neared the Palmer a short distance above the gorge, and crossed it a mile below the mouth of the Narin River... The local formation is striking: at least 50 feet and probably more of soft dark grey slate considerably deformed & jointed, and their beds tilted to dip about 30° (I'm forgotten the strike). They at once made me think of them being old lake bottom, especially in connection with the Palmer gorge. They are probably young... Mt. Kariki and Melrin and part of Bleicher were visible but their tops were cloudy. The plane could have come in easily however. We crossed the Palmer at the mouth of the Narin by felling a tree to a gravel bar in the middle and wading the rest (otherwise we would have had a long, roundabout road to follow), and the sergeant cut new trail NW up towards Drelim, with the object of striking the trail from the east camp to the new west camp. He did a good job too. From 190 meters at the crossing we worked gently up to 300 where we found thyme in huge quantities - I old garden. At length we struck a bushmen's track that led steeply up to a village that is perched like a hawk's nest on the tip of a spire I Drelim. There we were greeted by cries of "Seno! Seno!" (friend) by a little man dressed in little else than a tremendously long, curly poud who danced around in a transport of excitement. The village was built, as I said, on the very tip of the spire and consisted of about 4 houses. There were 8 or 10 men & some boys & doubtless women but we did not see them... We moved out westward for a quarter of a mile & made camp where Willie had had a baggage relay station. Right at the beginning of the climb I found the hard slate