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April 10 - 
The alarm clock went off a 5*30* I got up, took Bill's 
temperature, and went back to bed again, saying to myself "There’ll 
be no trip today*" However, he got up, and insisted on starting* 
We left the house at 8 o'clock, drove to Kakata, and then eleven 
miles beyond, on an infrequently traveled road, with bridges that 
seemed far too flimsy for either the sedan or the pick-up* However, 
it is surprising what strength there is in a few saplings tied 
together with rattan, and we got over all the bridges safely* We 
crossed the Bala River in dug outs at 10*30, and began our march 
from there* It was a hot, open trail, and we rode our hammocks 
most of the time until lunch* Bernice had had sandwiches made for 
us, and we ate them in a palaver kitchen in a small town* 
In the afternoon we struck plenty of shady trails, and we all, 
except Bill, walked a good deal of the time* Bill ’ s feyer left him 
and he said that except for being a bit weak he felt all right* 
We saw monkeys and ho mb ills along the road, and reached 
Manogey' s Town at five thirty* The Chief, as usual , was out on his 
farm, and in spite of our having waited a day so that our messenger 
would get here ahead of us, nobody in the village seemed to expect 
us* The Johnsons had told us of the "Mansion" here, and we thought 
of course that was where we were to stay* We found the Mansion all 
right, a big mud house with a wide verandah, and a carved and painted 
wooden door in front, over which the word Mansion was painted in large 
white letters* However, it is no longer a guest house but a school, 
and the teacher, his wife, their pet mongoose, and a few children 
seemed to fill it completely* A smaller house next door was 
assigned to us. The verandah was large enough for us to eat on, 
there were two bedrooms and a good-sized central hall, Bernice took 
one room. Bill and I the other, leaving poor Norris to camp in the 
hall with less than no privacy* 
Making camp after dark is usually a hectic performance, but 
two of our hammock boys pitched in and helped Flomo, our new steward 
boy, and things were ready in short order* We ate soup and sand- 
wiches for dinner, and turned in early to the music of a vigorous 
thunderstorm, thankful that the thatch roof was in good repair* 
April 11 - 
We were still eating breakfast on our verandah when the 
school teacher blew a bugle, and the children assembled for their 
morning lessons* The Liberian flag was run up - no, it crept up 
inch by inch - the children lined up in front of it, and did a 
£mc simple and very poor drill, "front, " "right dress”, and counting* 
The lessons of the day followed, and seemed a hopeless attempt to 
learn the alphabet and to count up to twenty ( a chimpanzee can 
count to eleven)* 
Johnny Harbor ’ s boys built us a bathroom of palm thatch 
adjoining the house. It makes a nice little bower of green in 
which to splash about with a bucket of water* 
We went for a walk down one of the nearby trails, and found 
homflies again* The townspeople brought us some turtles and a 
