Greene, H. 1990 November 3 (continued) or more species of Hyperliis calling. Bob is ecstatic as this is clearly our best frog collecting yet. A huge bright cream moon comes up over a high ridge across the swamp @ 2100 hr, illuminating a now clear sky, and thoughts turn to a beautiful, strong, athletic woman I know in Berkeley. There are stars overhead, but the lower ridges across the swamps are swatted in misty clouds, then edges set in sharp relief by the moonlight - A magic evening. November 4 I woke at 0100 hr and noted the frog chorus continue but diminished. At [illegible] 0540hr only a few scattered Phlyctimartis calling, and at 0622 hr the only frog calls were some low chirps. At 0640 hr the pit saweos start up - 555shh-worx, very metallic, x1/second. At ~0830 hr I started walking, first in wet meadow by the N end of the main swamp, then on a forested terrace above the main swamp SE of our camp. The tree trunks, branches, and ground are everywhere a rich, wet, virulent green due to the heavy carpet of moss and ferns - easy to imagine the extreme crypticity of Rthais and Bitis masicornis, even on the forest floor here. Came back to camp @ 1015 hr because clouds are gathering and I left my parcho there. Vincent walked to the "second pond" of this place's informal name, and says this is really one long marsh drained by a river at it's NW end, w/ periodic open water, "ponds" intermangled w/ wet, frog-like meadows. There are even hummocks