This was a day of rest. Stan, Le Roux and I played bridge all morning with the dummy on a log table made by the sergeant. Dick spent the morning reassembling his dark room. The river has been rising all day and this evening is again only a few inches from the top of the bank. The only incident {p. 203} worthy of record is that a red Papuan dog has adopted our camp as his home apparently and seems quite contented with things here.