The Ground, Bestrewn With Leaves And Dried
Wood, Is A Mass Of Large Flies Rather Like Our Common House-Fly, But
Both Butterflies And Beetles Seem Scarce; And I Confess I Do Not
Feel Up To Hunting Much After Yesterday's Work, And Deem It
Advisable To Rest.
My face and particularly my lips are a misery to
me, having been blistered all over by yesterday's sun,
And last
night I inadvertently whipped the skin all off one cheek with the
blanket, and it keeps on bleeding, and, horror of horrors, there is
no tea until that water comes. I wish I had got the mountaineering
spirit, for then I could say, "I'll never come to this sort of place
again, for you can get all you want in the Alps." I have been told
this by my mountaineering friends - I have never been there - and that
you can go and do all sorts of stupendous things all day, and come
back in the evening to table d'hote at an hotel; but as I have not
got the mountaineering spirit, I suppose I shall come fooling into
some such place as this as soon as I get the next chance.
About 8.30, to our delight, the gallant Monrovia boy comes through
the bush with a demijohn of water, and I get my tea, and give the
men the only half-pound of rice I have and a tin of meat, and they
eat, become merry, and chat over their absent companions in a
scornful, scandalous way.
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