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1000 feet of net made a cordon around twenty acres of virgin bush.  Many of the plantation people, including several women, came up to watch; a couple of them brought folding chairs, and it looked more like a tea party than a wild-animal chase.  In the course of three hours on e big harnessed antelope came almost into a net, then turned and ran away; on guinea fowl flew over the ladies' heads startling them into going home; and one little blue duiker was driven out into the open and captured.
April 7 - 
    Last night a horrible thing happened - driver ants got into the animal quarters beneath the Johnsons house, and before the men could get into action our new little duiker, and another one, were killed.  Norris said the ants were swarming in its eyes and ears and way down its throat, and that the body was absolutely stiff fifteen minutes after the animal died.  They fought them with fire and blow torches, and the boys got badly bitten and stung.  Poor Roy had nightmares all night about it, and Bill gave orders that everything was to be moved to the rice shed, and elaborate ant-proofing precautions taken.  Sawhorses and plants were ordered from the carpenter shop; all cages were set up on those, and the legs of the sawhorses were stood in kerosene bins full of crude oil.

     The Campbells took me into Monrovia to Church this morning and we had a very pleasant time after Mass with the young Irish priets (African Mission Society), Father Kennedy and Father Connell.  They invited us to a good breakfast of fried eggs and sausages.

     In the evening Bill gave a talk on ants at the Club which everybody seemed to like.

April 8 - 
    Bill and I spent all day in Monrovia, buying supplies for our next bush trip - groceries, kitchen utensils, another pressure lamp, and searching vainly for a can opener.  In this land where practically all food comes out of tin cans, there was not a single opener to be had.
[[strikethrough]] Bill developed fever [[/strikethrough]]
April 9 - 
     Up at five o'clock, and ate an early breakfast.  Just as we were finishing, word came from District Commissioner at Kakata that he had not been able to send a messenger yesterday, and it would be better for us to postpone our trip another day, so that the people in the Gibi might have noticed of our coming.  We all felt let down, with the packing done and our hiking clothes on, and our fifty boys already on the road.  However, there was nothing to do but let the boys wait for us at the river until to-morrow.

   Bill has a bad cold, and by evening I was glad we didn't start as he was running a temperature of nearly 102.