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Richard Pearson Strong Diary
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This diary chronicles Dr. Richard Pearson Strong's travels and work throughout Liberia, from June 29, 1926 to November 21, 1926, as part of the Harvard African Expedition. The diary begins in Europe and follows Dr. Strong's journey to the Canary Islands and Freetown, Sierra Leone before arriving in Monrovia, Liberia and beginning the Expedition's study of the interior.
*Richard Pearson Strong's full diary chronicles his journey from approximately June 29, 1926 to May 16, 1927. The diary begins in Europe and follows Dr. Strong's travels to the Canary Islands and Freetown, Sierra Leone before arriving in Monrovia, Liberia. The diary follows the Expedition into Liberia and ends with elephant hunting in eastern Congo. For the purposes of this website, which focuses on Liberia, a partial version of the diary has been uploaded that ends with Dr. Strong's exit from Liberia and excludes his elephant hunting expeditions in the Congo.
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June 29, 1926 to November 21, 1926
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Richard Pearson Strong
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<p> No 5<sup>th</sup> – Nov 21<sup>st</sup></p>
<p>In conclusion I am going to sum up the remainder of our stay – for there were many day s in which we did but little or repeated the events of past days.</p>
<p> In the first place the others returned. First Dr. Allen who appeared – as if by magic after dark on the 5<sup>th</sup> with his trunks, unchanged and with tales of a successful trip. They had got a giant manis, a porcupine seen a dead elephant – got 350 birds etc etc. We all envied him. Then about 9<span style="text-decoration:underline;">00</span> PM the next day Theiler – sans beard arrived – this was the day of the great furor – Cheeks Shattuck vs. chauffeur (Sat Nov 6<sup>th</sup>). Bequaert and Linder returned on Mon the 8<sup>th</sup>. So we were all together again. We compared notes.</p>
<p> The furor was as follows. Hal, Dr. George and Cheek were to go hunting at 5<span style="text-decoration:underline;">00</span>. But during the night mr. Cheek had had a lot of his things stolen. Then the chauffeur was late – an hour. Cheek was feeling a bit peeved and being nervous – well Dr. George saw him scuffling with a black, and being early he idly thought the their and rushed to his assistance Cheek hit the man evidently. Then they went out shooting and returned about 9<span style="text-decoration:underline;">00</span> with some francolins, a cuckoo, a night hawk and some other small birds. But there had been a witness and on their return a mob formed outside the house. They wanted to “get rid of firestone” “get the white people out of there” “we don’t want white men” etc. Quite a tidy demonstration. Mr. Cheek came into our room. He was all cut up. (He is very nervous and excitable) Why had he done it, the disgrace. In the meanwhile the police arrived (without a warrant and arrested Shattuck in his room – they didn’t know his name. They refused to chive him down and made him walk to the jail escorted by the jeering mob. Strong went with him and was also insulted – He was boiling but calm. They returned for Cheek and found him in our room. He was led off in the same way. Both were jailed and released on bail. There was a great powwow. Eventually they were brought to trial after much testimony had been given to the American consul and cables had flashed to the Am. State dept. They were found guilty and fined the max $25. – Then the judge said it was at his discretion to double it – and did. 2 days later the president personally refunded the money – But we left things stirring – what will happen?</p>
<p> In the meantime we were trying to tie down a ship. The Italian line was every other month – so that was out of the question. The german boat due on the 10<sup>th</sup> would not come till the 20<sup>th</sup> and only held 7 – she was also half full. There were no other boats. We sent cables north east south and west – Elder Dempster to Lagos? – but no boat out of there – the same with grand Bassam. – we were stuck and had to trust that we could get on the german boat.</p>
<p> Then we had to pack and send off all our collections with allen. The night before we had a final dinner in which allen made a beautiful speech – we were all friends – “as the little girl said – a friend is a person who knows all about you – but likes you” – we soon got to know and respect one anothers faults and allowed for them. – He made a survey of each member of the party – in a few words – but all inclusive. We then spoke of him.</p>
<p> The next day he let. We rowed out to the Wahehe to see him off – all but Hal who was in bed with a slight fever. We chatted about the past and the future – then we rowed ashore – He watched us waving from the rail – I almost wept – and we all were silent as at a funeral – He is the most loveable man I have ever known.</p>
<p> Then started the packing for the Congo. Trunks were opened and aired etc. All were busy. Dave and Bequaert went out to Duport collecting and brought me back two birds to skin. Another day I went along and got 4 more which I worked over. I developed all my negatives.</p>
<p> One day I climbed the lighthouse with young firestone and took pictures of Monrovia from there for him both with movie and still camera. 2 days later, I spent the morning at Mt. Barclay taking movies of the plantation, the tapping, collecting and bringing in of the rubber etc. Mr. Firestone and Mr. Ross were with me. When we returned I had lunch with them. Mrs. Firestone is quite young and very pretty. She is very pleasant indeed.</p>
<p> The Firestones gave a dinner for us the other night – of about 15 people which was very enjoyable but feeling a bit under the weather I was glad to get home and go to bed. I staid in bed the next day.<br /><br /> Mr. Cheek is quite an unusual man – about 6’ 2” of an athletic build tall and straight. His ambition in life is music – composing – but poverty and relatives to support forced him into business. His father was a medical missionary to the Lao states now part of Siam. Beloved by his people and an efficient business man as well as Dr. he was absolutely maltreated by the home mission. A poor salary – no instruments no medicine and no hospital his meager salary must be turned into those needs. He fell ill and wished to return home for a rest – after 10 years. The mission told him if he had more faith he would not be sick – He became delirious and the native Chief of the states gave him money and ships to go home – He was smuggled out by his wife. Young check was about 6 then. Hospitals in Singapore and London. British teak firms makes offers. Lectures at home in the states and turns money into mission for hospital. – goes back – letter saying that evangelical needs in China had forced them to send that money (earned by Cheek in his lectures there. He would understand. He resigned from the mission leased land from the Lao states built his own hospital and started the teak industry. British concern changes hands. New comers catch Cheek when the dries are on and ask for closing the contract. Absolutely no lumber can be moved and millions of feet cut. Borrows from Siamese govt and pays within a month. First rains pay off his debt and make him a rich man at the same time. Now a period of Prosperity – then in another 3 yr. drought the Siamese play the same trick of closing the contract. They take his forests, his elephants etc. The Chief of the Lao’s give him money to send his wife and children home – he works as a ships Dr., U.S. Consul make enough money to start a bank with 3 branches in Michigan. U.S. govt refuses to help. Cheek dies in Siam trying o get back his just property. Never find his grave. That is the early life. – Now musical, temperamental, a missionary at heart yet hating them, with no faith in the protection of the U.S. Govt. A queer man, cheerful with a beautiful gift for expression. I had many talks with him.</p>
<p> But enough. We left Monrovia on the 21<sup>st</sup> – on the german boat. The S.S. Wolfram – and were soon thumbing our noses at the receding shores of Liberia.</p>
<p><br />So Ends.</p>
<p><br />Langotown</p>
<p>60 NWN</p>
<p>20 N</p>
<p>10 EN</p>
<p>15 NE to Surmoi</p>
<p>15 WNW</p>
<p>5 NWN To Lobu Kiee</p>
<p>7 NWN</p>
<p>5NWW</p>
<p>7 N</p>
<p>15 NNW To Oula</p>
<p>36 NNW</p>
<p>8 WNW</p>
<p>18 N</p>
<p>Kaka Town</p>
<p>(fast walking)</p>
<p> </p>
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<p>25 NE ½ E</p>
<p>5 NE</p>
<p>15 NEE ½ E</p>
<p>5 NE ½ E</p>
<p>25 ENE</p>
<p>25 NEE To</p>
<p>15 NEN</p>
<p>10 EN</p>
<p>10 NEE (fast walking)</p>
<p>5 EN</p>
<p>25 ENE</p>
<p>10 EN</p>
<p>20 NE</p>
<p>15 NNE</p>
<p>10 NEN</p>
<p>5 NE To</p>
<p>20 NE</p>
<p>10 E</p>
<p>10 ENE</p>
<p>10 ENE</p>
<p>25 ENE</p>
<p>15 E</p>
<p>10 ENE</p>
<p>5 E</p>
<p>Memmeh’s Town</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Memmeh’s Town</p>
<p>7 NE</p>
<p>5 ENE</p>
<p>8 EN</p>
<p>10 E to Diunkly</p>
<p>15 E ½ S</p>
<p>20 E ½ N</p>
<p>10 NEE ½ E</p>
<p>5 ENE</p>
<p>10 EN</p>
<p>5 SE To</p>
<p>15 EN</p>
<p>10 E</p>
<p>10 ES</p>
<p>5 E</p>
<p>10 NE</p>
<p>20 E</p>
<p>10 ES</p>
<p>5 NE</p>
<p>Reppu’s Town (fairly fast)</p>
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<p>Reppu’s Town</p>
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<p>5 NEE</p>
<p>5 NEN</p>
<p>15 SEE</p>
<p>5 EN</p>
<p>5 SSE</p>
<p>5 SES</p>
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<p>10 E</p>
<p>5 ESE</p>
<p>5 E</p>
<p>5 SE</p>
<p>7 SE</p>
<p>8 E</p>
<p>10 EN</p>
<p>15 ENE</p>
<p>15 EN</p>
<p>5 ENE</p>
<p>Miamu Station</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Miamu-</p>
<p>25 NE</p>
<p>5 NEN</p>
<p>15 EN</p>
<p>30 ES</p>
<p>5 NE</p>
<p>20 ES</p>
<p>25 ESE To Ruah Bellah’s</p>
<p>18 ENE</p>
<p>10 EN</p>
<p>7 NEE</p>
<p>50 E</p>
<p>25 ES Good walking</p>
<p>20 EN</p>
<p>20 NE</p>
<p>15 ENE</p>
<p>Zeanshue</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Zeanshue</p>
<p>10 ES ½ S</p>
<p>30 ESE</p>
<p>15 E</p>
<p>20 E</p>
<p>5 ENE</p>
<p>5 ESE</p>
<p>5 ESS to Saquellah</p>
<p>158S</p>
<p>75 ENE to Bundoi</p>
<p>50 NEE</p>
<p>30 E</p>
<p>Suakoko’s Town</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Suakoko</p>
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<p>20 NEN</p>
<p>15 ENE</p>
<p>5 EN</p>
<p>10 E</p>
<p>20 ES</p>
<p>5 ESE to Merikee</p>
<p>25 SSE</p>
<p>10 SE</p>
<p>10 SES to Belinda</p>
<p>20 SSE</p>
<p>Gbanga</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Gbanga to Garmu</p>
<p>15 NE</p>
<p>5 N</p>
<p>5 NE</p>
<p>5 NE</p>
<p>5 ENE</p>
<p>15 N</p>
<p>5 NNE</p>
<p>20 N</p>
<p>5 NE to Quayah</p>
<p>15 NE</p>
<p>5 NNE</p>
<p>5 N</p>
<p>5 NES to Bonnuh deserted</p>
<p>10 N</p>
<p>15 NNE</p>
<p>15 N to Weenjou</p>
<p>20 N</p>
<p>10 NEN</p>
<p>12 E</p>
<p>18 NE to Bunai</p>
<p>7 NE</p>
<p>7 NE</p>
<p>8 ENE</p>
<p>7 NW</p>
<p>20 N</p>
<p>13 N*E</p>
<p>12 ENE To Paylay</p>
<p>20 ES</p>
<p>15 E</p>
<p>15 EN</p>
<p>15 E To Wartah</p>
<p>20 NE To Quertai</p>
<p>20 ES ½ S</p>
<p>15 ENE</p>
<p>5 EN To Naama</p>
<p>20 EN</p>
<p>8 ESE</p>
<p>12 SN</p>
<p>15 ENE</p>
<p>7 NEE ½ E To Banju</p>
<p>10 NEN</p>
<p>14 E</p>
<p>4 SE</p>
<p>25 E</p>
<p>20 E*S</p>
<p>5 S</p>
<p>5 SE</p>
<p>5 ESE</p>
<p>10 SE</p>
<p>15 ESE</p>
<p>5 E</p>
<p>15 ENE To Banga</p>
<p>10 S</p>
<p>15 SSE</p>
<p>20 SE</p>
<p>15 SE</p>
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<p>10 SE</p>
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The Harvard African Expedition, Book 2: November 5 - November 21, 1926
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Loring Whitman
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November 5 - November 21, 1926
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Atlantic Ocean, S.S Wolfram
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<p>Thur Nov. 4<sup>th</sup> As light barely stole over us the black logs – on the beach slowly rolled over and glided noiselessly away to the fishing grounds. Never a shout or call – never a splash. We weighed the anchor and set the oars creaking. The heavens now spread with thin filmy lacelike clouds turning saffron and brown with here and there purples which the mirrored surface of the water caught and reflected – 2 skies separated by a ragged line of black silhouetted palms. We crossed the bar – still sleeping – for the swell had gone – and once more rowed into the harbor of Monrovia – 3 days short of 4 months since we last entered with all our trip before us.</p>
<p> We docked at the Woermann dock and had our baggage removed. Then while Hal went up to see Capt. Beard of Elder Dempsters – we had the luggage shipped up and watched the now high riding craft slip away to the dutch store – a noble ship.</p>
<p> Capt. Beard was very nice giving us tea, toast and honey and telling us all the news of Monrovia. He also advised us not to set up tents as it would insult the Pres. So we went up to the willises who welcomed us again with cheerful smiles. They look a bit more tired. We met Mr. Cheeck then the father of young Dolph Cheek, and are to see more of him as he is a member of the house hold.</p>
<p>But the rest of the day was spent on getting washed and clean and getting out our white clothes. We also must tell our story.</p>
<p> So ends the day by day story of our travels in Liberia . – The trip is over and it is now but a matter of waiting till we go. </p>
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The Harvard African Expedition, Book 2: November 4, 1926
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Loring Whitman
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11/04/26
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Monrovia, Montserrado County, Liberia
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<p>Wed Nov 3 So the night passed with fitful snatches of sleep till 4<span style="text-decoration:underline;">00</span> when the wind dropped – and the reef points <span style="text-decoration:line-through;">batters</span> rippled along the slatting sail. The crew groaned and manned the creaking oars. A feeble light shone near – the exhausted light house at grand Bassa – we rowed slowly over smooth waters – the East began to pale – and as we slipped between the rocks of the point fishing canoes glided smoothly and silently past – appearing from the black waters as shadowy silhouettes, a man in bow and stern pushing out to sea.</p>
<p> And as the sun rose – for the tropic dawn is short we anchored off the beach at Grand Bassa, tired, unshaven and ready to stretch our legs. The landing was amusing. The boat is enclosed and then drifted stern first into the breakers until it rises and falls – bumping the sand each time. The game consists of nimbly getting on a blacks shoulders between waves and being rushed to dry land. It was quite amusing and none suffered more than wet feet. After getting our cameras and a few bags ashore we went over to call on the Dutch people. They were up – and gave us tea but seemed to imply that they were busy. We returned to the beach, got out food etc and started Sando on breakfast. Then we walked up the beach and took a swim in the early morning sun – again coasting in on the breakers. After a sumptuous repast of oatmeal and eggs Hal and I went for a walk. Grand Bassa is quite a thriving little place situated on the curve of a cresentric beach of very pleasing sand. It would make an ideal resort. There are about ½ dozen white stores of various nationality all of which adds to its charm after 6 months in the interim. On our return we dropped in on the elder Dempster people who were extremely hospitable and insisted on sending for Strong and Shattuck who we had left shaving on the beach. There were 3 of them, the agent and his wife with prematurely sliver hair – both very pleasing and the assistant. They told us about the place – about Cape Palmas where they usually stay, showed us photographs, gave us cigars and newspapers and trotted out all the souvenirs they had collected in Liberia. They seemed as pleased to see us as we were to seem them. They also insisted on our having some beer. They told us that the Firestones were in Monrovia, had spoken about us etc etc. But it was nearing noon and a breeze was springing up. Hal and I took some movies around town, then packing – and good bye to our hosts. I took movies of the embarkation thru the surf. Then – after half hour went for the captain who had vanished we left Monrovia.</p>
<p> It was much the same as yesterday except that we all felt fine and had keen appetites. We bowled along, if anything faster with the water rippling perilously close to the gun whale. We had elaborate meals too, for lunch and supper – of tea soup, meat, bread jam etc including desert of canned fruit. Then we lay down and read the newspapers our boats had kindly given us – as well as a few odd number of sketch and a national geographic. By the way – every one takes the latter here – and thoroughly enjoy it no matter what their nationality. – The day ended – and again we lay down to sleep in our rain coats. But about 12<span style="text-decoration:underline;">00</span> the wind headed us and dropped. We again took to the oars. And as before we were near Grand Bassa – we were now off the light at Monrovia. An hours row brought us round the point and off the beach of sleeping Kru town – we anchored.</p>
<p> It was then that the elements were unkind – for a heavy rain with lightning falling “with never a jag” descended upon us and drove us all to seek shelter under <span style="text-decoration:line-through;">in</span> the little canvas cover. 4 of us wedged into that place with the rain dripping down our necks. – And so we staid until the east again paled and the rain stopped. </p>
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The Harvard African Expedition, Book 2: November 3, 1926
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Loring Whitman
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11/03/26
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Grand Bassa, Grand Bassa County, Liberia
Area now known as: Buchanan, Grand Bassa County, Liberia
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<p>Tues Nov 2<sup>nd</sup> This morning we awoke early – about 5<span style="text-decoration:underline;">30</span> had breakfast and packed our belongings which were taken to the boat. Then we followed. As it looked very stormy we wore our rain coats. Soon the last luggage was stowed, we said good bye to all our boys, to our hosts – and stepped aboard. It started to pour – in torrents – so we covered under the many holed covering and waved feeble good byes. We rowed up – past the customs who cleared us with a wave – then slipped downstream in the cold fog of a rainy morning.</p>
<p> Now to describe our craft. It is an open surf boat – double ended and about 40 ft long. <5 drawings of the boat with captions> in it were condemned 4 white and their 5 boys – and a crew of 15 piratical looking blacks who now manned the oars. Our luggage took up ½ the boat level with the thwarts. A bit snug let us say after slipping out into the ocean the rain ceased – as well as the wind leaving us to roll on a heavy atlantic swell. The crew rowed lazily for about an hour – then stopped. In the meantime we had only moved about 5 miles and that mostly off shore. The sun came out and burned down thru the mirror like surface of the water – down into the deep blue to finally become lost in the cavernous depths. Fork tailed hawks – so common here flew by – they are like gulls, swooping down and picking their food of the surface with their feet.</p>
<p> About 10 we set out sail to a flickering of win which promised – but no more. A native canoe paddled out and left some money with the helmsman – then turned and left disappearing from sight, then rising high on the crest of the heavy swells. At 11<span style="text-decoration:underline;">00</span> the breeze freshened, at 12<span style="text-decoration:underline;">00</span> we were bowling along with the water white around the bow, a steady fresh wind. The crew now started to cook lunch on a stove – a big tin can in a sand box -. We had crackers and jam. In the afternoon we slept. All of us felt a big squeamish but enjoyed life. The breeze held – we drove along pas the palm grown shore with its white beach – the water bubbled. Here and there we slipped between rock ledges with the surf breaking over them – a good coast to keep off. The afternoon wore on, evening came. We had some soup (cambells) tea and crackers but did not have much appetite. Darkness came – and River Cess – but it was too late to go in – we sailed on. – Big clouds loomed up – the stars came out. Still the breeze held. The crew disappeared into the bow of the ship – swallowed up – vanished as if gone from the Earth. A lookout in the bow called alls well in his own language fitfully, the helmsman sat like a statute in the stern – he hand not moved all day. I lit my pipe and gazed at the stars as I lay flat on my back along a a thwart. Then in subdued voices the crew began to sing, mysterious noises coming from out the blackness of the bow – native songs. I listened with pleasure. – And then “Adeste Fidelis” sung in Harmony with no sign of the singers. The stars twinkled All afternoon I had been picturing myself as being a member of some Barbary pirates crew – leering blacks with flowing moustaches (some had them) to man the oars etc. Now I could only thing of the ancient mariner – with the angels voices rising and falling from the bodies of the dead crew, “Now mixed, now one by one.”</p>
<p> We lay down to sleep on the luggage (Hal and I ) while Dr. George and the Chief staid in the the many holed cubicle. The latter sat up. About 12<span style="text-decoration:underline;">00</span> it poured – but as we were in our rain coats we only needed to draw up our feet and spread our umbrellas to keep the rain from dripping down ones ear. Still the breeze held- and a ribbon of evanescent white marked our way thru the rolling water. The ledges shone like domes of illuminated pearls, well marked by their own light. </p>
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The Harvard African Expedition, Book 2: November 2, 1926
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Loring Whitman
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11/02/26
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<p>Mon. Nov 1<sup>st</sup> We were busy in the morning paying bills, paying off the men and buying provisions for our boat journey. We have been waiting in hopes that a steamer would put in and take us either to Cape Palmas or Monrovia, but now our hopes were gone and we are to take a surf boat and sail. Our original plan was to go to Cape Palmas and from there to Monrovia but there has been such a headwind that no boats have been to Cape P. for over 10 days. Now it is Monrovia or bust. Yesterday AM Dr. George and I had laboriously counted all the 6 pences 3 pences and coppers which formed our wealth – a long job. This morning we paid the men their wages – with a 15 shilling dash to each in case they wished to take a steamer should it come. Then Hal and I went out and provisioned the expedition with cheese, crackers, jam, tinned meat etc. Later we paid all the bills. After lunch we packed everything possible and sent it down to the boat for loading leaving only the bare essentials in the house. Then Hal and I made a short photographic tour along the beach and then the town. Sino is not very large but for Liberia is quite pleasant. The rather squalid houses are set back from the broad strip of sand which serves for a road and are separated from it by a rickety fence and trees. The sketch will best show the location. About 5<span style="text-decoration:underline;">30</span> Hal and I went for a swim on the point in acquiescence to Mr. Ross. There were no breakers unfortunately.</p>
<p> In the evening we dived with the Dutchmen – and a pleasant set of host they are. <Drawing of town> 1. Woerman Store, 2. Dutch, 3. Cavalla, 4. Our house, 5. Ashanti village, 6. A tall pyramid of rock with sheer walls. </p>
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Sinoe Town, Sinoe County, Liberia
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<p>Sun Oct 31<sup>st</sup> In the morning we all went swimming again with the same pleasure but about 9<span style="text-decoration:underline;">00</span> Mr. Van Hensden came over to say that the Judge had made a complaint to him about the indecency of our bathing naked. Horrors! He thought it a good joke but you know these Liberians and the whites. About 11<span style="text-decoration:underline;">00</span> a portly gentleman called – He wished to see Dr. Strong. He was asked his business but declined – it was urgent. After a short palava he was admitted. He introduced himself as a Mr. Ross – and he wished to inform us that we might be arrested for corrupting the morals of the Liberians. Tush, tush, those onlookers were not there when we came and if women did watch us it was of their own volition. “Oh I don’t mean them, they don't count – I mean the Americo Liberians.” We implied that telescopes are nice and he saw he was making no headway. “Why they don’t do that in America –Oh yes I know America, I was a guest there” and then “except at coney island, of course.” We did not laugh. Still he changed the subject – “Are you examining the mineral wealth of the country?” and told us of a liberian exp. To go forth in march to make a mineral survey. Van Hensden’s comment was “a guest? – a free guest of the U.S. – in Sing Sing.” This chap is an ex. Vice pres., the leader of a rebellion against the republic, is wanted out of Liberia and is now a retired gentleman of leisure. </p>
<p> In the afternoon Hal and I wandered around town taking more movies and making purchases. We also siestaed.</p>
<p> I developed another 5 doz pictures and finished the job. Tonight we had another storm about 2 which made the roof leak in 2 new places. After working to 12 for two successive nights and then being waked and soaked during the night – well one swears. </p>
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<p>Sat Oct 30<sup>th</sup> After getting the morning chores out of the way I started to overhaul my outfit getting out all dirty clothes etc and giving them to the washman. I took some pictures around the house and while Hal supervised the oiling of guns and gun cases I oiled my cameras, cases etc and got them ready to travel again. <span style="text-decoration:line-through;">I also</span> About 11<span style="text-decoration:underline;">00</span> we went for a swim it was delicious in the surf and we thoroughly breakers as if on surf boards. After lunch we took a short walk along the beach with our cameras getting some movies of the fishing canoes landing thru the surf. It is certainly neat the way that they land picking the right wave upon which to charge up the beach, a nimble leaping out a tug and the canoe is above the breakers.</p>
<p> In the evening I worked till 12<span style="text-decoration:underline;">00</span> developing 6 dozen pictures which came out quite – well despite the dampness thru which they have passed. We had a wicked storm which struck the house like a rain and rapidly soaked our beds. It was a cloud-burst and hurricane in one. Then after closing the shutters the roof leaked over my bed. I was mad. </p>
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Fri Oct 29<sup>th</sup> Hal staid in bed all day. The rest of us took life more or less easily. In the A.M. I had the water bags cleaned and aired, handed out food for the day to Sando and sterilized the water. I then went out shopping buying a few necessary supplies and possibly a few luxuries. I wandered down to the german store later and talked to them about surf boats – expenses on regular boats to Monrovia for white and black etc. There I met ex. Gov Birch an old man of over eighty who landed in Liberia in 1870 or there abouts. He was born in Alabama. He is now a rather lottery old man who wanted to know whether we were Firestone people? Were we looking for gold? No. I tried to explain but he summed us up with “I guess you must be rich young fellers trying to spend your money”. Perhaps he was right. I didn’t argue. After lunch I tried to get some hawk pictures with no success whatsoever. But did I <span style="text-decoration:line-through;">also </span>got some pictures of a man casting a purse seine. In the evening I developed <span style="text-decoration:line-through;">new</span> again called on the Dutch people This time with Dr. George. They are very pleasant.
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<p>Thur Oct 28<sup>th</sup> The first thrill of the morning was the absence of half our porter crew -. The headman then said that as we had given them insufficient rice – “same have no chop” the rest were not fit to travel. As we had given out about 1 ½ rations per man we were convinced that he was pretty much of a thief as well as a liar and enemy of the working man. Still we said nothing beyond that they were going today – and to Sino. We set about replacing the absent men. </p>
<p> About 8<span style="text-decoration:underline;">00</span> again late we left – but the sun was shining – So why worry? After passing one small town we plunged into the bush where we were swalled up for some 4 hours. In this section I again saw elephant tracks – and twice heard “Baboon” drumming. Then about 11<span style="text-decoration:underline;">00</span> it started to rain – and as one of our men was rapidly playing out under a twoman load we were going slowly. Several of our men had skipped leaving us short handed. I ran ahead thru the wet woods to Little Butu when I got a couple of men to go back with me and rescuer their weaker brother.</p>
<p> When we returned to Little Butu we ate some bananas and once more we ate some bananas and once more had a palava. We wanted men to help us out – and our host was fussy evidently wanting a dash. Our men were sullen. After some swearing, however, we had our way and were off again for a half hour to Grand Butu. It was raining in earnest by now – a steady cold drenching rain – a regular N.E. storm. We plugged along head down our clothes sticking to us – and feeling clammy.</p>
<p> At Grand Butu some more men deserted and were replaced with effort. Then off again into the rain. About this time the bush got smaller and smaller with more and more grassy areas showing that we were approaching the sea. We came to road, a Liberian road along which we plodded. None offered to stop now – it was too chilly and walking was necessary to keep warm – Then the road gave way to a beach sand trail – frequently flooded – thru regular beach grass. – And the wind roared thru the palm trees. We were all miserable. – On, On, One. We could hear the sea roaring on the beach and visualizing the cold dreary – angry Atlantic beating its head fruitlessly upon the yellow sand. A miserable day.</p>
<p> But at last the rain eased off we began to approach stray huts with the final appearance of a Kru town – there we were in Sino.</p>
<p> I felt like the conquering hero as I led the vanguard thru the half slumbering streets of the town – As tho I were returning once more to the world after a long expedition into the unknown parts of the <span style="text-decoration:line-through;">wo </span>globe – with all the jewels riches and slaves signifying a successful and eventful time. And to better look the part I wrung out my shirt tails and tucked them into my trousers. After all it had stopped raining. We marched down the main street – the residential section of the town to stop in front of a rather squalid dirty wood house the home of the superintendant. On the way I was stopped by an affable tho somewhat inquisitive gentleman who wished to know all the facts of my existence, my birth, youth and education leading up to and thru my recent travels and closed by the desire for a cigaret. I am afraid that I didn’t comply with his desires as well as I might have.</p>
<p> The Supt. Was a rather quiet gentleman who asked but few questions and immediately sent out to look for a house where we could stay for the next few days. His wife entertained us in the mean time. When he returned he brought with him a man in whose hands he put us and who we followed in a further parade thru the town with all porter gang. This journey – of about 200 yards – took us thru the business section of the place – and for the first time since leaving the Du we saw a white man. He was leaving out the window of the Dutch coast Africa Co, - and We waved our hands to him and asked him if he was the bank. – <span style="text-decoration:line-through;">and </span>We came to our house – a 3 strong building with the gray air of desertion. We climbed up the front steps – cuvent and partially chipped – to the porch – opened the door – and were in a house.</p>
<p> Immediately there was a rushing and scrambling as all our boxes were brought onto the porch – had their lashing taken off and were toted upstairs. This brought us to the living quarters – 2 big rooms – another big porch and a small ant room – immediately seized by G.C.S. Strong decided to step on the porch while Hal and I took the East room. Then we tore into our boxes – set up our beds and put on dry clothes. Hal unfortunately had a chill on the way into town and as he was feeling quite miserable he went to bed while we got him some hot tea and crackers. I then attacked the chop boxes and started Sando on supper while George paid off the men.</p>
<p> Just about that time a boy brought us a note from the Dutch people asking us to have dinner with them – but having already ordered dinner and with Hal in bed we thought it best to decline with a promise to call on them tomorrow. However after supper wandered over and spent a very jolly evening talking to them. There were two of them when I arrive and Vau Hensden – the head of the works in Liberia and the chop who had waved to us as we passed, but about 9<span style="text-decoration:underline;">00</span> another man came in – fresh from the sea – for he had just arrived from down the coast in a surf boat. It was blowing so hard he said that he had had to let the sheet go twice to keep from capsizing. It was a pleasant evening with news that Trumay had knocked out Dempsey, that La Coste had beaten Tilden, and that the channel had become a regular bathing resort. But it was quite late – 10<span style="text-decoration:underline;">30</span> and bed called. </p>
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Paidibo, Hinterland, Liberia
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<p>Wed Oct 27nd Last night we were serenaded. As we went to sleep we could hear the village drum being hammered into life – but after our many night in Liberia we have become accustomed to if not even pleased with, the rather inspiring and typically African music.</p>
<p> However at about 2<span style="text-decoration:underline;">00</span> AM we were waked from our sleep by such a roar as I have rarely heard – and apparently just outside our beds. Whoever was pounding the drum must have certainly been inspired to use force such as he had never used before. I could actually see the dead arisen from their graves. But that was not all – for the entire population of the town was their – singing hastily. I suppose they thought that we would be honored – and as far as I was concerned the rhythm of the drum immediately caught hold of me – and I was not unpleasantly disturbed from my slumbers. Not so Hal – who crawled out of bed – picked up a rifle and flashlight –And vanished in the direction of the noise. – A savage discussion followed – but not interrupting the soloist – a light flashed showing the bare steel of the gun – silence – and the ghosts fled. They drifted off after that to continue in a more remote section of the village.</p>
<p> When we got up we had plenty of onlookers – as we decided to pack our bags, assign the loads and get the men started. This was an excellent idea – but unfortunately <span style="text-decoration:line-through;">the </span>the execution of it was not all that it might have been. In the first place our Coe town retainers who had brought us thru the bush so well wished to continue with us to Sino and as they were the best carriers we had had in our entire trip we were not at all upset about it. However, Chief Bashman was – and showed it in the following manner. One of the women who had carried a microscope thru the bush took to herself the same load and sat on it to show possession. Bashman <span style="text-decoration:line-through;">he</span> seeing this, proceeded to drag her off the box by brute strength she prostrate on the ground. And not content with this wanted to drag her about 100 yds just to show his superiority. I stepped overjust them and spoilt the game. Still this annoyed the men – and seeing that they would probably be bullied on their way back they quit – and we had to pay them off. Blow No 1. For they were reliable, <span style="text-decoration:line-through;">and</span> cheerful and friendly people. We were quite attached to them.</p>
<p> Then we told Bashman to assign the loads to suit himself while we had an already cold breakfast. Nothing was done. This was followed by swearing at the various scoundrels until they actually went off to get poles for the twoman loads. It was really exasperating because for the first 2 or 4 times they would say “yes” I then continue to palava without moving. Alright – we did get something done – to suddenly find that there were not enough men. This was particularly annoying after having had 8 good carriers scared away. And the chiefs son – the Headman – had absolutely no control over the men, no initiative no ambition, and no ((guts)). We were al mad. I found the rest of the needed men in the chiefs own hut and herded them out. Well we got off at about 8<span style="text-decoration:underline;">00</span> instead of 6<span style="text-decoration:underline;">00</span> for what promised to be a very long day with recalcitrant porters.</p>
<p> As we were already delayed in the bush and elsewhere it was necessary to reach Sino as soon as possible. And all the people said it would take 4-5 days. Except Tobey. He said 2 ½ - 3 days – but that the first one – to Padibio was 6 – 6 day - - We wanted therefore to make Padibio while all the men said it was too far – and that it would take 2 days to get there. Hence we expected trouble. – </p>
<p> For the first hour we passed thru a series of small towns in each of which he had trouble – or rather delay – for the men sat down and dropped their loads in each and had to be almost pushed on their way again. Then we came to a town where our safari had split – and some had run away. After replacing them – Strong and I took one trail while Hal and Dr. George went the other. Our way led us thru a town – Yah town – in which I was stopped by the Chief and asked to read some letters for him. ?? of these was from some member of the Anglo African Exploration Co. Ltd etc etc which stated that the gentleman had slept there. But whether he was pleased or not was not stated. The other letter was from the govt authorizing Chief X to be speak for’ Paramount Chief Bashman (Beastman was written) – and instructing him to keep his loads and trails up. “Yes” he said pleased. My only comment for this unnecessary delay was that he could spend a little more time n the trails without hurting them – and left. </p>
<p> We so joined the other trail and plunged into big bush again – and for a good 3 hours. The same kind of big bush that we have grown so used to with perhaps fewer swamps. At 11<span style="text-decoration:underline;">00</span> we stopped for a rest to be told that we had at least 3 more hours of bush going. This proved to be just 2 hrs too much and at 12<span style="text-decoration:underline;">00</span> we came out to the trail leading to the town which our porters said was our first camp. – Our answer was posting a guard who saw that nobody turned off. Then Hal went ahead to the next town and forbade anyone to <span style="text-decoration:line-through;">turn off</span> stop them. So we went. At about 3<span style="text-decoration:underline;">00</span> we got to Padibio – 7 hours instead of 12<span style="text-decoration:underline;">00</span> – Well what about Sino? Possibly we can condense that 2 days into one.</p>
<p> As son as we got in we made arrangements about sleeping – as as we were becoming more generous with ourselves we had 3 walls remove – leaving only the front to protect us somewhat from prying eyes. Then we stowed our boxes under the eaves and took a bath. About this time our porters visualizing only 2 shillings for two days rather than 4 or five for a more leisurely trip got nervous – and thru their headman informed us that there were “plenty men” here to take us on – and that if we paid them they would start home. We reminded them of their agreement to take us to Sino. They then threatened to run away – which we squelched by saying no pay till Sino. Also we might have to arrest somebody. Then we gave them rice.</p>
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<p> After baths and supper the headman came back – rice wasn’t enough for them – they needed palm oil. We were annoyed but gave them a shilling. This was followed by another argument about running away. In the meantime we paid our respects to the Paramount Chief who had dashed us chicken and Rice. At the same time we called on the district clerk and gave him a handsome present. “You will make Sino easily tomorrow.” He said. “When the wind is right you can even hear the steamboat whistles here” etc, Sounds good. </p>
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<p>Tues Oct 26<sup>th</sup> This morning, after an early breakfast Dr. Strong and Shattuck left with much confusion for Bashman’s town where they worked today. Hal and I in the meantime stayed over to get our luggage when it came in and to trans ship it directly to the next step. But as nothing happened all morning we sat on our doorstep and wrote in a desultory manner. Most of the time, however, was spent on idle conversation about our lives in the past, the present and the future; our ambitions and sour fears; our sweethearts (so many) and our foes (so few). Really, it was a charming morning. We sent for banana’s but search how they would none were forth coming and we had to content ourselves with a bit of sugar cane.</p>
<p> But about 2<span style="text-decoration:underline;">00</span> our vigil was over and the men started to arrive in small groups of 2 or 3 men each. Most of them left their loads at the waters edge having travelled far and fast and being tired. Then where they neared the town and heard the ominous wailing they quickened their pace, broke into a run – and with fresh lungs disappeared into the home of the deceased. It was possible to count the incoming men without seeing them. Later they would report to us. About this time I got a message from Strong asking me to take a photo of a gangosa patient in a nearby half town. So packing up my cameras I departed leaving Hal alone to his tasks. However, when I got there the natives solemnly informed me that she had left – after Strong had been there- how long? Oh 4 or 5 days trip. I returned to Towya but met Hal on the way – all the loads had arrived and he was bringing the last ones over with him. Everything OK.</p>
<p> At Bashman’s town we found <span style="text-decoration:line-through;">the</span> Dr. Strong and Shattuck entrenched in a house with no walls while we were to occupy it neighbor (with one wall torn out for ventilation. Of course there was much confusion and bustle not aided by Chief Bashmans presence. But finally all the men were paid off and things quieted down. Hal and I then set to work – chlorinated the water, got out chop and repacked the food supplies which had been delayed in the bush. Then a bath – clean clothes and supper. After that the interpreter to the chief came over – talked about the weaknesses, perfidity and untrustiness of Liberians in general the Chief in particular – and then idlley asked if we had any tobacco. Of course he would help us. As this was not the first time this has happened we were not disturbed. Then the Chief came over and told us that his men had shot a bush hog at our request. As they hadn’t had time to bring it in we must wait over the next day. No dice. He thinks that we ought to stay at least a week in respect to his high rank.</p>
<p> But one last thing before I close the book on Towya. The Chief there had a most charming little tumor <span style="text-decoration:line-through;">under</span> below his arm pit upon which Strong immediately set his heart. He looked at it, wiggled it and audibly sighed. First came – “of course you will let us remove it.” This was flatly refused. Next day we offered free lessons in microscopic work – we cajoled, we threatened we vowed he would die – and still he coyly refused to part with that most cherished lump. And this morning a final attempt was made to get the cherished treasure – But all art has failed – and the grey haired little man stilling boasting a whole, if nobby, skin. </p>
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