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We went for a walk in the morning, and picked out a good stream to do some fish collecting, but it rained all afternoon, so we rested, and visited with the Krolls, and went to chapel at 6 o'clock. The girls filed in, with clasped hands and downcast eyes, little four-year-old Virginia Mary leading the procession. Captain Seddon conducted the services. The girls sing well; although their voices are shrill, the harmony is good, and there is plenty of volume. 

June 7 - 

We spent all morning down by a little creek that was typical African jungle. Here were put in half a bucket full of derris root, and Bobo and Flomo waded up and down the stream until noon. When Bill counted up his collection he found he had 196 fish, of about twenty-five different species, including Polypterus which he has been most anxious to get. 

Much of the afternoon was spent in photographing. At four we had tea with Miss McCrea, the principal of the school, who is an American colored girl, very light-skinned and rather Chinese in appearance. While at the school we stopped to see the girls file into the dining room for supper. Supper consisted of large bowls of boiled cassava and palm butter.  [[strikethrough]] As each girl took her place, [[/strikethrough]]. The girls sang a very pretty grace-before-meals, with every outward aspect of great devotion - except for one ten-year-old who closed one eye in prayer and rolled the other in our direction.

At eight we went back to the school to watch them dancing. Friday night is their big "play" night, and they certainly let themselves go. It was hard to believe these were the same little saints who had been singing their prayers three hours earlier. Of course the effect was dimmed by the fact that they all wore their faded blue school uniforms, but such shimmying, such throwing out of hips and stomachs, such gyrations and hand-clapping and chanting, we had not seen even among Grigri Bush girls. Four girls sat on a table and banged out the rhythym on an empty whiskey case. At the end of the allotted hour the girls were gasping for breath and dripping with perspiration, but they had all had a marvelous time. They may be Coast girls, but they know the country songs and dances.

June 8-

The morning was divided between photography and entomology. On Saturday the girls do their week's laundry, and wash their hair. The older girls help the little ones, and it was interesting to see them scrubbing their short black wool and doing it up in the tight little pigtails that last for a week - until next Saturday's shampoo.

With four laborers to do the digging, Bill dissected another termite nest, and the young teachers from the school, as well as the Bishop and Capt. Seddon, watched with great interest.

Shortly after lunch we took the launch back to Monrovia, stopped for tea at the Blowers, and then came out to the plantation.