Sunday
September 5
1926

It was a good camp. Few Mosquitoes. We shall soon be away from them entirely now, and that will be a blessing. We left a[t] seven and the Dyaks had a hard day[’]s work ahead of them from the early morning indications. We stopped and traded with a handful of {F3.70} Papuans who came out on a large bar of rocks and stones. Later in the afternoon we got out of the canoes and walked along the rocky shore and sometimes saved considerable distance and made the load in the prows lighter. The sun was burning hot and so too were the stones. We made the mistake the first time of going barefooted but only once. Swollen[,] blistered feet was [sic] the result. At five in the afternoon[,] after one of the longest and hardest days I’ve seen the Dyaks put in[,] we reached the lower Head Camp. It consisted of three or four palm covered houses, a long Dyak house elaborately decorated and a long warehouse all built up on piles for the river rises enormously just over night here. There was no one here for everything had been moved up to upper Head Camp. We moved into the hut used by Leroux and Doc and it was very comfortable. We were tired and sleep came easily for the day[’]s trip had been a hard one.