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told it would be impossible to proceed to Fort Archam- 

 bault by motor, and that if we did reach that post, 

 there w^e would surely find the end of the road. 



We had heard such predictions before; so, after 

 replenishing our food and gasohne supphes, we shook 

 many hands and acknowledged many bon voyages, then, 

 on June first, headed toward Lake Chad. 



We stopped at Bogangolo and were delayed at Kabo 

 while some repairs were made to the trucks. We 

 plowed through miles of deep sand and followed faint 

 serpentine trails among heat-stunted trees, but finally 

 managed to locate Fort Archambault, a French mihtary 

 post, which here Hes baking in the sun, on the fiery 

 edge of the great, grim desert. 



