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with which they have been treated for a generation here 
on the Ogowe. In this connection I may specially 
mention Mrs. Lantz, of Talagouga, a native of Alsace, 
who died in 1906, and Mr. Robert, of N’Gomo, a Swiss 
who is now lying seriously ill in Europe. 
My work is rendered much harder by the fact that 
I can keep so few medicines in the fowlhouse. For 
almost every patient I have to cross the court to my 
dispensary, there to weigh out or to prepare the 
medicine needed, which is very fatiguing and wastes 
much time. When will the iron building for the 
hospital be seriously taken in hand ? Will it be ready 
before the autumn rainy season begins ? What shall 
I do if it is not ready ? In the hot season I shall not 
be able to work in the fowlhouse. 
I am worried, too, by the fact that I have hardly 
any medicines left, for my clientele is much more 
numerous than I had expected. By the June mail I 
sent off an extensive order, but the things will not be 
here for three or four months, and my quinine, anti- 
pyrin, bromide of potassium, salol, and dermatol are 
almost exhausted. 
Yet what do all these disagreeables count for com- 
pared with the joy of being here, working and helping ? 
However limited one’s means are, how much one can 
do with them ! Just to see the joy of those who are 
plagued with sores, when these have been cleanly 
bandaged up and they no longer have to drag their 
poor, bleeding feet through the mud, makes it worth 
while to work here. How I should like all my helpers 
to be able to see on Mondays and Thursdays — the 
days set apart for the bandaging of sores — the freshly 
bandaged patients walking or being carried down the 
