Sunday
August 15
1926

Cloudy and delightfully cool. In fact a most refreshing breeze blew through the clambo last night. This morning the sun appeared for a few moments but then gave it up as a bad job and went behind the heavy clouds. Our Papuan friends have not reappeared. Perhaps they are in sunday school. The soldiers evidently forgot that it was Sunday today for they continued working on the large elevated house which will hold 24 soldiers. The transports from both directions have failed to arrive as yet. They should be along sometime today. About three o’clock in the afternoon the motor transport with the large canoe and three smaller ones behind arrived from Batavia Camp. There was [sic] none of our tins or even the trade goods tins in the transport. A note from Prince said he had been trying to get them to put some of our tins on the transport but they had refused to do so but had exacted a promise out of them that all of them would come with the next transport. That is the same promise they gave us when we took them out of the canoes at Albatros camp. There have been two motor {F3.29} transports to here since and not even one tin has been included. The soldiers however, were able to bring a guiatar [sic] and another musical instrument packed in a large gasoline case. Still our trade goods (which Doc needs badly above) and some of our food, such as milk and sugar and butter[,] is not essential despite the fact that they know we had one tin for three of us since leaving Albatros Camp. With the arrival of the transport, however, and through the goodness of Captain Hoffman we are promised tomorrow to have some butter, oatmeal and milk. Hoffman seems to be more human than anybody in the outfit. He has always been nice to us, and always friendly.