Saturday
September 18
1926

It may be pay day in the states to many people but it[’]s just another day of waiting for Dick and I in camp. The transport from M.C. will be coming along soon and we will go up on it so there will be no one to take care of the kangaroo baby Dick has been nursing along[,] so he killed it today. It would take someone to feed it at Head Camp and Dick doesn’t believe Hoffman would care for that responsibility, so he chopped its head off to put it out of its misery. We had become rather fond of our pet and it was hard to loose [sic] him but there was no other way out. The river is about the same.