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and for once in my life thick slabs of Dutch cheese, sardines and dill pickles seemed unappetizing.  Marie and I both felt that to try and sleep in the cabin would be disastrous, so we stretched out on top of the fish nets, and tried to sleep.  She was much more successful at it than I.  However, it was fun to lie there on my back and watch the stars sail crazily back and forth above the masts, but even that pleasure vanished at midnight when a light rain came up.  I tried the cabin once more, thinking it might have cooled off, but soon came back on deck again, feeling a little seasick.

At two o'clock we reached Cape Mount, and anchored.  When the engines stopped, and the vibration with it, I dozed off for a couple of hours.

May 7-

This was one of those rare mornings when I was glad to see that light had come and the night was over at last.  The Captain offered us black bitter coffee, but Marie and I were not interested in food, and the very thought of Bill stowing away cheese sandwiches and beer made us dizzy.  We sat there and rocked, although the sea was calm, and watched Cape Mount for tow hours before we saw the surf boat coming out for us.  It had to go a long way around to cross the bar, and as we saw it ducking and plunging through the breakers we began to worry about our cameras and typewriter, as it seemed inevitable that they would be soaked with spray and salt water.

However, when we finally got all our gear and ourselves and our boys in the [[strikethrough]] flat-bottomed [[/strikethrough]] boat, and the crew of seven oarsmen started to row, we came through safely.  It is a complete mystery to me how these boats get through the surf; of course, going in they are helped by the waves: they pick a big one and let it carry the boat in, but how they manage to dodge all the breakers I cannot understand.

We got off at the Customs wharf, and walked over to West's store, where we met Mr. Paul, whom we had met before at the Campbells'. He gave us pretzels and hot tea, which tasted good, and then we climbed up the hill, still feeling a little wobbly, to call on Miss Mary Wood McKenzie at the Episcopal Mission here.  She has been in Africa eighteen years, and is a pleasant woman of about forty.  We met also one of the teachers, a young girl called Miss True, and we spent the morning with them, had lunch there, while they arranged for a house for us.  After lunch we moved over to the house formerly occupied by Dr. Kock, the head of the hospital here.  It is a charming place, about half way up the hill, with a magnificent view of the sea.  We have a big living room, bed room, wash room, kitchen and a verandah sixty feet long.  Although Dr. Kock has moved to a new house next door he has left enough tables and chairs here to make it a luxurious camp; we have running water and electric light as well!

We started Flomo off on his new role of cook by having him heat a tin of beans and one of hot dogs, while we went over to the doctor's house for a drink.  We found Mrs. Bodewes there, and seven or eight Germans - the two doctors, Kock and Kohl; tow traders, Paul and Loefler; and Captain Rosen of the Helene.

We were so tired we went to [[strikethrough]]sleep[[/strikethrough]] bed almost immediately after 

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