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palaver sounded like a Harlem riot, and delayed our getting on the road until 9 o'clock.

We stopped at two villages during the morning, to explain to the people that we wanted animals, and would buy any they collected on our return journey. In the second village, where we ate lunch in a high, raised palaver kitchen, a baby chimpanzee was brought to us. It was an emaciated baby, but with a good coat of hair, and apparently in good condition except for being "dry" - pidgin English for thin. We bought it for £1 - 10, and J offered to let it ride with her in her hammock. 

Soon after lunch we entered high bush, and took such a narrow winding forest trail that we were quite sure we were lost. The trees were so close together that it was impossible to get the hammocks through, so they were carried turned up sideways, and we walked all afternoon. It was cool and shady in the thick jungle, and we found walking was quite pleasant as contrasted with yesterday's hot sandy road.

The boys like to stop about three in the afternoon, but it was five when we came to the St. Paul River, and nearly six before our loads were paddled across, in enormous dug-out canoes, to Dobli's Island (Dinau) where we spent the night. The Island is the prettiest village in Liberia, with the finest rest house, a big house, mud to be sure, but with large windows, two big rooms and two small ones. One was our living-dining room, one the bath room, and the other two bedrooms. We carry a large tin bath tub with us, a rubber mat and a square of tarpaulin. Every night the bath tub is filled with hot water for us, and we luxuriate after the heat and dust of the day. The only difficulty is that the light of a kerosene lantern is insufficient, and in the gloom you feel awfully unprotected against spiders and scorpions; and the fact that all floors are plain mud and probably infested with chiggers and hookworm necessitates a great deal of careful balancing to get your feet dry without stepping on the ground. You stand on one leg in the tub, and hope you won't lose your balance before you slip the dry foot in a bedroom slipper. 

The local school teacher, dressed in European clothes and speaking good English, spent more of the evening with us, as did the Paramount Chief, Barclay, who wore the handsome native robe of woven blue and white cotton.They promised to have many animals for us on our return - even bongo being a possibility.

Townspeople brought a young hornbill, which ate ravenously, and screamed for more, and a tiny squirrel or dormouse, which ate and drank out of my hand, and curled up in my hand to sleep. It is a three-inch miniature of our grey squirrels at home, perhaps a little more reddish, with a beautiful bushy tail, bright eyes, and extreme friendliness.

J complains bitterly that the baby chimp pinches, but agrees to let it travel one more day in the hammock. The chimp has evidently had no milk since it was taken away from its mother, and we had a bad time getting any milk into it, finally managing with a rubber ear syringe, which seems to be a far better way of feeding baby animals than the old standby of bottle and nipple.

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