After spending a rather cold night we broke camp. Early in the morning a native of Agintawa came up the trail, probably sent from Damuneru, so that now we have two guides. During the day we crossed two ridges and two streams. Our first guide left us at the top of the first ridge and turned us over to the newcomer. We made fairly good time over a fairly good trail which continues to rise slowly. We had two or three pretty good views of the lake plain with glimpses of the Rouffaer. We made camp at a very picturesque spot where the stream cuts through a solid rock gorge about five yards wide and 100 feet high with a fine waterfall in it. The gorge is overhung with fine tree ferns and wild bananas, many of which have fruit on them, but there is no way of getting to them. The convicts are quite tired tonight as their loads are heavy. The rock in the gorge is the same grey shale filled with big cubes of pyrites, as I saw on my trip up the Delo.