June 27th

Today being Sunday, Stan and I stayed under cover all day and typed some 20,000 words from this journal to send home in lieu of letters in the next mail. The Dyaks were hunting as usual and returned with about a dozen birds of paradise, pigeons, parrots and other birds. Practically every bird here is beautiful when seen close at hand. Dick went hunting and found more leeches than anything else. He came back with one in his eye, which Hoffman removed. The usual afternoon rain began at 4 o'clock and was more violent than usual, driving Stan and I indoors. We do not like the way the river is rising, and as long as this kind of weather continues there does not seem to be much prospect of a fall.