On the way is the village of San Luis, where the concessionaire has established a sawmill. The licence to cut in the Chiquibul Forest is in the hands of Wahib Habet and his family, Lebanese citizens of Belize; and at the mill was Mr. Salvador Habet, a burly man with a black beard. Careful tally is taken of the trees marked by the forestry experts before felling; the amounts of lumber obtained are noted so that statistics of the productivity of the various soils can be recorded. No mahogany was being cut at the time ; the only lumber drying out in the yards was cedar. Beyond the camp theroad becomes miryandfoulin the extreme as it is cut up by the 15-ton trailers which haul the trunks out of the forest. The monsters hurry past leaving ruts a yard deep in the clay.^[1]