Monday
September 13
1926

The transport left at eight and I rather hated to see them pull off for it would be just our luck to have high water tomorrow so we can’t go up. The water was low today and they should have no difficulty. Once we are there we won’t have to worry about the water. The canoes are to remain at Upper Head Camp over night and come down the first thing in the morning and take us up. Here is hoping high water waits a day or two. The baby kangaroo is progressing necely [sic] and evidently has won the fight for life. We haven’t given him a name yet. We had our usual baseball game of catch late in the afternoon after the sun gets behind the trees and our dip afterwards. And then dinner, roast Lamb, pardon me, I should say kangaroo. The liver is especially good. Tasty with the rice cooked in butter. Dick has taught Oompah the finer arts of roasting lamb and turkey. And then it rained. How it rained. It blew and came down in torrents so our hopes of leaving tomorrow are swamped for the river will be very high after an all night session such as we had tonight.