72 Timehri. 



By careful probing he once more located the exact spot and let drive an 

 arrow whicb unfortunately missed and caused the haimara to retire even 

 further. Tbe same process was gone through again but this time success- 

 fully and the tish was dragged out from his lurking place. He provided 

 an excellent dinner for nearly everyone. The haimara has a mouth and 

 teeth like a bulldog and thinks nothing of taking a mouthful out of an 

 exposed human leg or arm if he gets a chance. The bite is exceedingly 

 poisonous and quite occasionally proves fatal. 



Itaki is a beautiful place in many ways and the charm of the scenery 

 alters accordingly to the height of the river. The remains of the old 

 Government Station are extant but greatly overgrown with bush. 



Our journey from this point to the Karenang Creek was unevent- 

 ful except for a tiger scare in our camp at the foot of Tiboku falls. We 

 heard the roars of what must have been a large jaguar intermittently 

 throughout the whole night and we were forced to tie up the dogs in the 

 boat in prospect of a raid by our carnivorous neighbour. Nothing evolved, 

 however, and two Indians which we sent out at daybreak on the off chance 

 of slaying the brute were unsuccessful. 



Some little distance up the Karenang Creek we encountered some 

 Acawoi Indians in a woodskin. The occupants consisted of a man and 

 his wife and small daughter. The man was brilliantly decorated with 

 yellow and red stripes which contrasted admirably with his copper coloured 

 skin. The lady was busy making a ' queyu ' and in the middle of the 

 craft was a large barrel which spoke for itself. An Indian has only one 

 real use for such barrels and that is to hold ' cassiri.' 



We spent two nights in the Karenang Creek with heavy rain falling 

 most of the time. This rain frequently obliterated our view of the Kare- 

 nang Mountains which are really magnificent and rise fully 4,000 feet and 

 possibly more. Their summit as far as I could judge was bare rock, on 

 the lower slopes there was a thick vegetation. Some beautiful scenery 

 exists hereabouts and the climate was delightful, the early mornings were 

 distinctly cold and a couple of blankets were necessary at night. 



From the time we left the Karenang on our homeward journey I 

 bink it hardly stopped raining once and the camps were uncomfortable 

 in the extreme. This return journey, as I remember it, was a repetition 

 of driving rain and the boat >ushing through rapids which, owing to the 

 swollen state of the river, were now in full swing. Despite this, however, 

 we secured a few fish every here and there. In some of these cataracts a 

 slight mistake by the captain means that the boat is swiftly swamped 

 and the chance of saving one's life in such water is remote in the extreme. 

 Cases have occured where two or three men have survived by swimming 

 to some isolated island and there undergoing slow starvation, till some 

 other boat chances to pass that way and even then their rescue is a most 

 perilous undertaking 



I shall never forgot our last camp. It was on a rocky island just 

 above the last rapids. Next morning when we woke up there was at 



