Friday
June 25
1926

Another day of waiting. Another day of nothing important to do or to interest one[’]s self. The last few days have been devoid of happenings or events even worthy of mentioning here in this journal. I could say that it rained and I could say that it was warm most of the day. The most important feature of the entire day was the fact that it was clear enough for flying at seven o’clock in the morning. This is the first time that there has been a clear sky so early in the morning. The sun came up over the river in all of his glory and not a bit of mist or cloud hampered it as it has always done in the past. Last night was the record rainfall for the camp since the rain guage [sic] has been put to work. It rained 42 milimeters [sic] which is about an inch and a half. We sat round the house all day and Dick livened things up by bringing out the Springfield and taking a few shots at a log across the river. That brought all of the Dyaks in camp to our house to see what all of the shooting was about. In the afternoon Matt had us guessing the most important town in various states and I found it a difficult task on a good many states. It is strange how quickly one forgets things that were matter of fact facts fixed supposedly for ever in one[’]s mind. It was good practice and I should indulge in something of that kind more frequently. While it is true that we have been away from the states since November – seven months by gosh – it seems much longer than that in many ways. Looking at it from another viewpoint it doesn’t seem so long. It is almost six in the evening as I write to the usual accompaniment of our evening shower and the transport has not returned as yet. I had expected they would return today but the high water {F1.135} must have delayed them. They will probably come tomorrow. It may be that Anji and his Dyaks stayed over this afternoon to help the boys bet [sic, = get] the plane into position so that they could work on it.