Monrovia, Liberia

Nov. 19, 1934

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Sunday morning, Chuck, Virginia and I went down the river in a launch. The scenery was marvelous, just like African travel pictures: native thatch huts swinging into full view as we rounded bends in the river; primitive peoples whom you have to see to appreciate; brilliant plumed birds and giant trees.

We got a seven-foot crocodile, a few ducks, an eagle and a horn-billed bird in an hour and a quarter. Gunmen after all!

We had dinner at Mr. Hine's, the plantation manager. Last night when I got home I played chess as usual.

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