Monrovia, Liberia

Feb. 3, 1935

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This morning I went our to the mailboat to meet Mr Dusenberry and Mrs Bancroft and to get two hundred pounds in three pences. When a husband and wife meet -- it is like nothing I can describe. They had three thousand miles and a long ocean voyage between them, and they meet after that long journey and realize just how much they really missed each other.

There is yellow fever all around Liberia, up and down the coast, but as yet there is none in Liberia. If it is all right with the mosquitoes I hope we have none because when a white man gets it he is usually an angel.

The sun is dropping into the ocean and the short twilight is upon the land. It is beautiful now, the night birds are flying and the night choir is tuning up; the palms make silhouettes against the bronze sky. This and early morning are the best parts of the day. In fact, I could imagine nothing nicer any place on earth. There is nothing at home that can compare with it.

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