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June 1 - 
Up at five, and everything out of the house by six- thirty* 
We swallowed a cup of coffee without even sitting down, and got 
down to the beach at seven, to find that the boatmen had struck and 
refused to take us out across the bar to the fishing boat unless they 
got double pay - why I don't know unless that it was raining* We 
dashed over to Mr. Huygens, and he succeeded in getting a boat for us, 
but it meant an hour’s delay* 
The bar was a little worse than I had seen it before, but 
,,J o got through the breakers without even being splashed* cut the 
sea had a heavy swel 3 , and our little cockle shell of a f 5. shing 
boat rocked so violently that all we could do all day long was sit 
in one place and hang on for dean life to the nearest ropes* We 
were in constant fear for being thrown, overboard, srad as* the Eelene 
rolled over and touched one gunwale to the water and then the other* 
Food, for ourselves or the ani als was out of the question, and we 
were certainly glad when we got in that we could still get across 
the bar, and dock safely* 
Bishop Eroll had, come down with us and been a delightful 
companion all day. We looked for the truck that was to take our 
ani als and baggage out to the plantation, but although there was 
a sedan for us, there was no transportation for the ani : als. Bill 
felt that we had to stay in town long enough to see Mr* Wharton, so 
we put the animals in the warehouse, with our three boys left to guard 
them* The Bishop ins! sted that we spend the night with him, so after 
having William drive us to the Legation (Mr. Wharton was out) we went 
to the Bishop’s house and then sent the sedan back to the plantation 
with a message to send a truck the following day* 
Mrs* Eroll is a charming woman, and made us feel at home 
immediately, although we both looked and felt like tramps, and after 
four weeks in the bush we had no clean clothes left* We had just 
finished dinner when Mr* Wharton cane in, and asked for a private talk 
with Bill* We had worried a lot about his letter, and were a little 
relieved to learn that it was still the German spy story* It sounds 
so silly, but the Government is so alarmed, by it that our permit may 
be revoked, and we sha3.1 be practically under supervision, unless the 
President accepts our version of it, and lets it pass* The reason 
they are so upset is that they fear the English in Sierra Leone might 
hear of it, and even granting that the tale is ridiculous and false 
they might make it an excuse for marching in and taking over Liberia! 
Wharton asked us not to spread the story ourselves: it is bound to get 
out of course in a community as small a s this, but he thinks it would 
be better if it came from some other source than ourselves. I don’t, 
because we are the only ones who know the truth* One unfortunate 
by-product of our escapade was that George had been cabling to Wharton 
about Tate, who is stranded in Cape Palmas; Mr. Wharton went to the 
Secretary of State to see what could be done for him, and just at that 
time our adventures were under discussion, and the matter of giving 
another American scientist permission to travel in the interior was 
tossed out of the window. 
June 2 - This being Sunday I borrowed the Bishop’s car to go to Mass - 
to Bill's great amusement - but the Bishop understood, and said one of 
his sons had married a Catholic. 
