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L. 25, P. 7
is questionable just how many more it is worth while to make up.
Beginning yesterday all trapped mammals come from across the river to the
NE. The traps are all set in rather dense rain forest which includes
trees up to two or two and a half feet in diameter. So far the yield
includes only Rattus ringens and Uromys, the former abundant, the latter
rare. Today the trap line count is stepped up to 300.
Went out to sulphur-smoke a few trees I have had in mind. Had just moved
away from the first, thinking there was nothing in it when two bats flew
out. I got the net back in place just in time to net a third. No more came
out however, nor did I get results from any other tree, excepting a
g Gecko. The bat was a male Rhinophphus.
Have had Brass's boy Mick fishing from the end of the dock. This morning
he has caught three quite large fish and an immense crab. I had one of the
claws of the last for my lunch (part) so you can guess that it was pretty
large.
Temperatures: Min. 23° c., max. 32° c. Thundershowers this afternoon and
steady rain tonight.
Gororo out rebaiting his traps, found a hole in a tree from which he
poked out two bats, mother and son. Son very large, large enough to fly, I
should have said, but mother carried him up onto a bunch of leaves where
both were shot. They are the long-eared species of Sturt Island.
Inahobi my cook-boy pro tempore, has tried his hand at making bread today
for the first time in his life. Our regular boy has gone out with Brass and
Rand. In Inahobi's own words "I put him yeast. Bimeby he go up (making
a gesture like filling a baloon); I put him along over; he go down". From
which you may gather that the bread was not exactly a success. It could be
called tolerably good damper though. The mental strain was so great that
Inahobi had to sleep right through the afternoon to regain something of
his customary poise, and even yet his memory appears to be weakened.
Tonight for supper he put on something he called stew. Apparently he had
dumped the meat, potato and onion leftovers together, added a glutinous
mass of flour and warmed slightly. If I survive his cooking I shall have
done pretty well.
Thur. Dec. 17. Rain of various intensity all night; clearing at day-
break.
Trapping perhaps owing to the rain very poor: two ringens and an Isoodon.
The latter taken in the intergrade between savanna forest and true gallery
forest. Went across to inspect the traplines of Gororo and Taikudo. Both
fairly good, but most of the traps soaked and sprung by heavy rain, so having
the boys roof them over with leaves this morning. Semt Aia and Kanamoia
to do likewise after they had skinned out the catch.
Mick caught three more fish today. His triumph of yesterday was rather
dimmed by his getting fever in the afternoon; probably he had been out too
long in the strong sunlight and heat. Having the wharf (wulp the boys call
it) repaired. I had the ladder rebuilt the other day -- the one on the end
leading down to the water. Am now having a lot of new cross poles put in
to take the tread of people going along the top of it.
Inahobi seems to be getting the general idea of telling the time quite well.
He forgets about the minute hand, and only watches the hour hand so he
is generally somewhere near right. Incidentally one of my boys (quite a
while ago) came and reported that the clock was "dead".
Tried an experiment this afternoon. I have three work (general) boys in
camp who have just about done all the odd jobs around. So I've given them
each twenty steel traps and an untouched patch of forest on the north side
of West Creek to work upon; and instructions to trap for just one kind of
animal, namely Echimypera the short-tailed bandicoot, which so far has
not been taken at this camp, nor have any signs of it been reported. Not
one of the three has worked with traps before, but they all think it is
easy, whereas my regular boys know very well that it is not.