The mill is at about 700 ft. altitude, fide Roberts, while the top of the peak is 3740 ft. Roberts says we can get a good site for a tent camp at a place called Tabletop at the head of Shipton's Flat, a mile or more closer the mountain, and about 200 feet higher than the mill. The Tabletop camp would be on the edge of the great continuous rain- forest from which the mill cut timber, mainly kauri pine. Worrall, who hauled timber for the mill, tells me that old timber trails are plenti- ful in the big scrub, and that it was from somewhere about Tabletop that the Army survey party, stationed at the mill towards the end of the war, often climbed the mountain. Army surveyors said to have reached the summit in about three hours' climb, and to have camped on top while waiting for clear weather for observations. Finnegan (called Mt. Finlayson locally) is a fine mountain, black with forest and towering high above the rugged mountain country in which it stands. It will not be an easy peak to work, but it should be well worth while. At Shipton's Flat there are fair sized patches and strips of rain forest on the ridges and along streams, in a country mainly savanna forest of a broad-leaved white gum (E. alba or platy- phylla), a blue gum, Moreton Bay ash and bloodwood. Living in the area, besides the Roberts, are Lee, Robert's tin mining partner, and a few walkabout blacks. Helenvale, on the east bank of the Annan, would be a good spot from which to work savanna-forests of the lower country and river- fringing rain-forest. Nothing here but a picturesque old bush pub of round timbers and corrugated iron, shaded by great mango trees. This is Mrs. K. Watkin's "Lion's Den Hotel". Crude, but spotlessly clean and neat, Kate Watson's pub is a center from which the Watson boys pack and haul supplies to the tin scratchers in the nearby moun- tains. When the miners are down, and drinking, the proprietress goes to bed and leaves them to carry on in the bar, and they always pay up. Her only helper is a black gin. When we arrived Mrs. W. was flustered about not being able to find her shoes, but soon discovering them on a kitchen shelf, she set about getting us a very ample morning tea, served on a great long table flanked by wooden forms. She had an excellent lunch waiting for us when we returned from Shipton's Flat at 4:30 in the afternoon. The Watson boys will be the best outfit to do our transport. They were away at their cattle run, Butcher's Hill. About four miles north of Helenvale the road passes through a gap in a remarkable range of jumbled granite? rock called Black Mountain, rising 1000 feet or thereabouts above the surrounding country, bare of soil, and carrying only a few patches of low brushy tree growth. A wierd place, still held in fear by the blacks. In a small area about the homestead of Green Hills cattle station about six miles south of the Annan bridge, we saw literally hundreds of wallabies as we returned towards Cooktown about sundown. Some rasty brown, some rather greyish. Perhaps two species. Some almost as big as a red kangaroo. Bluey says they are here all through the year.