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dinner, and after listening for a few moments to the steady splosh 
splosh of ripe mangos falling off a tree beside the house, went to 
sleep* 
We were wakened by the hooting of Dr* Koch ’ s pet chimpanzee, 
which lives in a tree at the corner of our verandah. Another smaller 
chimp came calling before we finished breakfast, and ambled gaily 
about the hou.se, leaving mango seeds here and there on the floor* 
We spent most of the day adm. ring the view of the sea, and 
unpacking and settling down in our spacious quarters* Toward evening 
we walked down the hill into the village, stopping in at the Dutch 
store, at West's, and ending up at Mr. Loefler 's* We don't know our 
way up the hill very well yet, and had to be sure to leave at six 
o'clock, so that we would be home before dark* The climb up to our 
house is so steep that we are panting and. perspiring when we get there* 
Flomo is studying cooking under our tutelage. Tonight we 
asked him to boil some sweet potatoes, and heat up a can of chili con 
carne. ^ He boiled the sweet potatoes all right, but served the chili 
cold, with lumps of grease and pepper floating in it. 
Mr. Loefler invited us on an excursion to Sugar! - a village 
down the coast celebrated for its sacred crocodile — and. we started off 
in a surf boat at eight o'clock* Miss True from the Mission, the two 
German doctors, Mrs. Bodewes, Mr* Loefler and Mr* Fuchs (of West's) 
came with us, so we made quite a large party for the boat, which 
already ha,d a head man and six oarsmen. We crossed over to the 
other side of the bay, then got out and walked about an hour along 
the beach while the surf boat went across the bar. We sav/ sea gulls, 
guinea fowl, ghost crabs, plovers, one goliath heron, and collected 
a few sea she!' 7 s and a cluster of barnacles so big that X am talcing 
them home to use for flower vases 1 The surf boat came in through 
an inlet, and tof k us along Sugar! creek, which is separated from the 
sea only by a ratter high sandbank. Fere we saw a crocodile on the 
bank. 
We reached Sugar! about eleven o'clock, and ate our lunch 
in a nice little house belonging to the local Mandingo trader. The 
sacred crocodile lay just off the beach, with his eyes and nose out of 
water. The surf boat could not come up on the beach, so we had to 
be carried one by one from the boat to the beach, and although I 
was a little nervous about the proximity of the crocodile, the boat 
boys who were carrying us paid no attention to him at all* nor he 
to them. 
After lunch we were allowed to buy a chicken for two and 
a half times the market value. The chicken was tied to a string, 
and one of the villagers walked down to the water’s edge and showed it 
to the croc. He came lurching up on the sand, and followed the 
unfortunate and squawking chicken right into the village. He is a big 
boy, about seven feet long, and with a gruesome set of teeth. Bill 
was busily grinding away with his camera, and when he gave the word 
