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April 10-

The alarm went off a 5.30. I got up, took Bill's temperature, and went back to bed again, saying to myself "There'll be no trip today", However, he got up, and insisted on starting. We left the house at 8 o'clock, drove to Kakata, and then eleven miles beyond, on an infrequently traveled road, with bridges that seemed far too flimsy for either the sedan or pick-up. However, it is surprising what strength there is in a few saplings tied together with rattan, and we got over all the bridges safely. We crossed the Bala River in dug outs at 10.30, and began our march from there. It was a hot, open trail, and we rode in our hammocks most of the time until lunch. Bernice had had sandwiches for us, and we ate them in a palaver kitchen in a small town. 

In the afternoon we struck plenty of shady trails, and we all, except Bill, walked a good deal of the time. Bill's fever left him and he said that except for being a bit weak he felt all right.

We saw moneys and hornbills along the road, and reached Manogey's Town at five thirty. The Chief, as usual, was out on his farm, and in spite of our having waited a day so that our messenger would get here ahead of us, nobody in the village seemed to expect us. The Johnsons had told us of the "Mansion" here and we thought of course that was where we were to stay. We found the Mansion all right, a big mud house with a wide verandah, and a carved and painted wooden door in front, over which the word Mansion was painted in large white letters. However, it was no longer a guest house but a school, and the teacher his wife, their pet mongoose, and a few children seemed to fill it completely. A smaller house next door was assigned to us. The verandah was large enough for us to eat on, there were two bedrooms and a good-sized central hall. Bernice took one room, Bill and I the other, leaving poor Norris to camp in the hall with less than no privacy.

Making camp after dark is usually a hectic performance, but two of our hammock boys pitched in and helped Flomo, our new steward boy, and things were ready in short order. We ate soup and sandwiches for dinner, and turned in early to the music of vigorous thunderstorm, thankful that the thatch roof was in good repair. 
 
April 11 -

We were still eating breakfast on our verandah when school teacher blew a bugle, and the children assembled for morning lessons. The Liberian flag was run up - no, it crept up inch by inch - the children lined up in front of it, and did a [[strikethrough]] few [[/strikethrough]] simple and very poor drill. "front," "right dress", and counting. The lessons of the day followed, and seemed a hopeless attempt to learn the alphabet and to count up to twenty ( a chimpanzee can count to eleven).

Johnny Harbor's boys built us a bathroom a palm thatch adjoining the house. It makes a nice little bower of green in which to splash about with a bucket of water.

We went for a walk down one of the nearby trails, and found hornflies again. The townspeople brought us some turtles and a