Sunday. August 11th. Last night, after lights out, various people started cheering, and the cheering gradually increased, until the majority of this block put their heads out of the windows, and yelled. The immediate result was a party of armed guards trotting round the corridors. The ultimate result was an officer coming round to each room this morning asking how many bottles of wine we had had the previous evening. As the whole room had only had a half bottle, we felt rather hurt. They don’t seem to understand ragging.