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we apprehended and how well they succeeded will be 

 disclosed as the story of the expedition progresses. 



We were joined at the garage by Bhxen's body builder 

 who didn't seem a bit upset upon finding out what we 

 thought of his ability. Under Mike's direction, he 

 drove a few dozen nails here and there and twisted a 

 few yards of wire at other points. Then with a parting 

 benediction, which just fell a Httle bit short although 

 he does have long legs, Mike sent this particular fundi 

 back to his spreading mango tree. 



Now we were joined by our good friends Mr. and 

 Mrs. Doherty and Mr. Manning who accompanied us 

 to the ferry which was to carry us across to the main- 

 land. From there my first objective was Moshi, which 

 lies in the shadow of Africa's majestic mountain, the 

 mighty KiHmanjaro that towers nineteen thousand 

 eight hundred nineteen feet into the ever blue heavens 

 of Tanganyika. 



A steep road runs down to this crude native affair, 

 which, however, is powered by one of those "put-put" 

 motors. There was considerable excitement while the 

 trucks were being eased aboard, and several dozen 

 natives, assorted as to degrees of color and nakedness, 

 clambered on to the rickety contraption and draped 

 themselves around, wherever they could find a place. 

 I gave the signal to go ahead, but nothing happened. 

 Excessive weight had us anchored fast to the shore. 

 It was necessary to cut down our passenger list, and 

 we accompKshed this by getting all the huskies behind 

 the ferry to give a big shove. We then got under way 

 in a hurry and only half a dozen of the most agile were 

 able to scramble aboard; the disappointed passengers 

 joining our three white friends in waving us good-by. 



