worn smooth by the constant padding of bare feet. There is a steady 
but intermittent stream of natives going in both directions with 
everything on their heads from a heavy log of wood, to live stock, 
mostly chickens, and garden produce, and often a single small tin 
can or a wine bottle sitting upright on the head. How they do it 
beats me, upstairs and down, % along the road, and wading through 
streams, everything goes, nothing falls or breaks? have yet to see 
it happen. There are an amasing number of bicycles, in every remote 
thatched hut village, one or more. Even our truck Hi driver has his 
along on top of our boxes I All said it may yet ccrae in handy if gas 
should give out though each auto carries a sizeable can of it in the 
trunk. Mien the autos Hi come along the rcsad the natives, Miether 
on wheels or not, get over on the grass “shoulders" if they may be 
called that, rather edge of the woods to let cars by. The road is 
too narrow (except main highways) for one to safely pass a human being 
at speed traveled frequently 3$, sometimes better. The bikes get over 
in the rough too, andone black woman with another one sitting on (over) 
rear ^dieel mud guard spilled the latter, this noon as we went by, 
les, colored chauffeurs are just as fast and hard on their own kind 
when sitting in the dirver*s seat. Country priests are on bikes, 
and black mothers with HH kids straddling their waists from behind 
and tightly bound on with mother’s wrap around are amusing sights. It’ 
the black world awheel. 
