L, 18, p. 12 tonight One of the boys who had been fishing off the rocks got a twelve-pounder on his hook. It straightened out the hook & got away; but they had him half out of the water before trying to land him with a kerosene tin. As we sat in the mess tent we catch a soft distant sound like wind stirring the forest foliage. It deepens quickly to a roaring sound as the rain of the tropics (not wind) comes thrashing down on the millions of leaves and sets up a drumming on the tent roof though which only the raised voice can be heard. The shower soon passes and the sounds of individual rain drops can again be distinguished, while all about us constant dripping tells of the rapid draining away of water from the tree tops to the ground. Tuesday, June 16. Took journal Ruthes and young Murray today. She Ruthes is a new sound for the area. Eight natives have come with bananas sweet potatoes, apparently from somewhere up the Black River region. In the afternoon they returned bringing a large pig for which they were paid a hatchet. We are certainly getting lots of porks. Wednesday, June 17. Heavy rain in evening but river not very high, though it may have been up and down.