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Its now growing dark and pouring rain. The Mluli has paid a visit (to his 
own house!) asking for grog. He claims to like strong grog but after one 
mbilo of my special brew he had to start adding water - which of course 
pleased me to no end! 
The Fulanga canoes set out in spite of the lack of wind - three men 
skulking in each canoe, its some 20 miles to Mothe so I don't envy 
them. They carry a message from us to the "chicken-hearted captain"! 
Willy has rigged up a set of drain troughs & is rapidly filling our Yangasa 
drum with fresh water from the tin roof of our house - that boy is certainly 
a great one! I too shall give him 
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a bonus as you did - he does deserve it! 
Found a spot along the coast where the mossy rocks are [[underline]] 
covered [[/underline]] with large forams - collected a sack of them. 
When the mat of weed and forams are dried it should make good 
classroom material. 
M-H in Suva didn't do so well on my food order. They gave me a bunch 
of bastard brands of soup in large tins (too large) and a 50 lb sack of 
Australian rice that cooks up like glue - too soft, I am sure, even for your 
teeth. I aim to hand them back the balance in August. 
Now I must do the honors 
Harry Ladd - Diary and field notes, 1934 - Vol. 1 
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