Sun Riva, June 21 Sunday. Hard rain in the morning. Well we have lived through the night in the camp. Had the best and softest bed in the regular bunk while at my fat one mine lay one of the line men. On the floor lay the other line man and Mr. Brought. The dogs and horse were outside the camps. We retired at nine and came a hard rain set in and as the roof leaked some some everyone was being drenched on, Known the boards soon smelled and there was no more truth for the smoke. As I was the only man with a blanket the stove had to keep going and soon again the room was little an oven. The door was then opened and the men on the floor got cold and the door had to be closed. Mr. Brought to while away the hours smoked his pipe all the night and between it came last of