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-41- When all the animals and food supplies were loaded into a big, gasoline-powered lighter, we ourselves took the launch and started down the Farmington River. It is a ride of about an hour to Marshall, and we watched for monkeys and hornbills in the big trees along the water's edge. It is a pretty ride, with the tangled jungle along the bank - mangrove, ferns, a water pandanus, cotton trees, and masses of vines. At Marshall we had to wait until the lighter caught up with us, and we sat in Mr. James's breeze swept house by the beach, and drank lime juice. When the lighter came, we all got in, and started out into the surf and over the bar. One lighter was lost here four years ago, and fourteen men drowned, and of course this catastrophe is always discussed if a newcomer is making his first trip out, although we got a couple of hard spanks as we bucked into the rolling breaker. The West Kebar was a couple of miles out at sea, and it was fun to get on board again, and see Captain Bogden and Engineer Stone. We had drinks and sandwiches with the Chief, and beseeched the Captain to allow Jennier to stay on board with the animals, but to no avail. Company regulations prohibit the carrying of passengers from Marshall to Monrovia, so as soon as the animals were loaded, we all had to get off (getting a good bump as the mammy chair hit the lighter), go back up the river, get into cars at [[strikethrough]] Do [[/strikethrough]] the waterside, and Jennier had to be driven into Monrovia to get on the West Kebar again. We learned later that he had quite a time getting aboard, as it was nearly nine o'clock when they got to the beach, and there was no surf boat ready for them. They finally roused a native who had a canoe and paddled him out to the ship. A terrific electric storm broke while we were having dinner and two or three times we thought the house was struck. The lights kept going out, and the telephone was put completely out of commission. We worried about the animals, which we had left on one of the hatches, but learned the next day that there had been no rain in Monrovia, only high wind. April 30 - Bill and I went over to the rice shed in the morning, and found it quite desolate. All that remains there are the antelope, the mongoose, and a couple of parrots. However, we had a cage full of Gold Coast parrakeets which the Engineer had brought us, and while we were there a boy brought in a chameleon, and a Snake Man came in with a big rhinoceros viper, so the collection is starting once more. In the afternoon we went into Monrovia to arrange for our Cape Mount trip. We can get Jantzen's fishing boat for £7-10 each way, and ordered it to be ready on Thursday morning. We called on Mr. Wharton, the American Charge d'Affaires, and found him affable as usual. He commented on our sun tan, and [[end page]]