Keene, ht. 1990 November 3 (continued) pit sawers up-slope from our camp of questionable legality and Vincent, his .30.06 rifle prominently slung over his shoulder, tells them to give us fire coals and a fresh cut plank to use as a cooking bench or he will arrest them! Within minutes we have a big tarp shelter, a fire, and the pot of water boiling for tea and then beans and rice. Wilhelm Müller questions Vincent about the pit sawers because he wants to include them in a film about this forest. Two men will earn 200 shillings (≈$1.30/each) to carry a 14 foot log plank from here to the road on their heads! As dusk settles the pit sawers are still working--singing a chant as their saw, heave-hoy and down vertically w/ a man at each end, rings out. We are camped on the NW side of an irregular, elongate (≈600m) swamp whose sides are mostly herbaceous vegetation. There is some open water, and even areas of exposed mud. At 1830h two pit sawers walk in to meet us and one says he can catch frogs. It starts to pour and we scramble to prop up our tarp where it quickly sags w/ several gallons of rainwater--Vincent collects a big white pail full in a few minutes. At 1905h the rain is so hard we have to shout, but the frogs are so loud we can hear them above the rain! The downpour stops ≈2000h, and we all hunt frogs in the swamps until ≈2135h. Several Xenopus (little dark ones w/ buggy pinhead eyes and round faces) are seen swimming, and we catch Phrynelimantis, Nigrifasis, and two