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Zulata 
April 1 - Left Digain at eight, and lunched in the little hill torn / 
which we had christened pine applevi lie on the way out. Today there 
were no pineapples, to our great disappointment. We reached Balala 
at 1.30, and although it was early in the day to halt, we were 
assured that it was too far to the next village. We camped in the 
same little palaver kitchen by the river, and were glad we stayed, 
for a francoiin, a gorgeous blue and white guinea fowl, and two 
mongoose were brought to us* 
Feeding our menagerie is now something of a chore; the chimp 
gets milk from a syringe, as well as pieces of fruit - or she did until 
the last few days when she has been so sick. The hornbills are abso- 
lutely insatiable, and every time we stop on the road I cram fruit 
hard boiled eggs and palm nuts down their gaping beaks. The two adult 
females have so far refused to eat, and two small black and white ones 
eat nothing but chicken guts, which are not always easy to get. 
April 2 - Today was a short day, and we made no effort to get away 
early in the morning • . A five hour walk brought us to Dobli's Island, 
and we were delighted to return to this pretty town with its big 
cotton trees and its roomy guest house* Nobody was around when we 
arrived, and. we assumed it was because it was early in the afternoon • 
However, evening came, and none of our former friends appeared; the 
schoolteacher did drop in for a moment , but the Paramount Chief and the 
Clan Chief never showed up. A violent thunder storm came up, but our 
thatched roof was water tight, and we enjoyed the venison stew which 
Charlie made for us. We sent Bob or on ahead of us with a message to 
the plantation to have trucks waiting for us day after tomorrow. 
April 3 - 
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We left Dobli » s Island early in the morning, and the Chiefs did 
not come around even for the customary dash of tobacco and shillings 
which we dispense in return for a night ' s lodging. The trail led at 
first through coffee farms and cleared land, then, instead of the dense 
forest trail we had followed before, we got off on a horrible trail 
across country that had recently been felled and burned. ^ .It was the 
harde st morning's walk I have ever put in, three hours of it oyer 
desolate country, climbing logs, stumbling into stakes hidden in 
brush, and all under a broiling sun with no shade for three hours. 
In one spot where they were still felling trees, a boy brought. us a 
young hornbill; when- we asked him where the mother was he admitted 
that he had eaten it, and when we told him he had had a “six shilling 
chop M his dismay was patent. He was glad to take three shillings 
for the baby, and we popped it into a basket, and went on. 
At noon we were over the bad trail , and came into a little 
village where we were offered plenty of pineapples. The four of us 
ate six pineapples, relishing the cool juice of them after our hard 
morning. At five o'clock, with rain threatening, we suggested stopping 
for the night in a small village, but our boys knew that they would get 
more rice and palm oil in the next town, Swagaju, where we had stopped 
before, and they begged us to go on. It seemed almost inhuman to let 
our hammock boys carry us any farther, but they sang and danced the 
whole way, and we got into town in record time. 
