45 12 1226 https://www.liberianhistory.org/files/original/f52e5b10354d2768024d84432aa49797.pdf db752f108f4ef9cad27ad9cf7276fdea Diary Transcription Any written text transcribed from a sound Thur Oct 28th 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. About 800 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 1100 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. 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. 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. 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. 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 wo 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. 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. – and 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. 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. 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 900 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 – 1030 and bed called. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context D2_Section45 Title A name given to the resource The Harvard African Expedition, Book 2: October 28, 1926 Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Loring Whitman Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 10/28/26 Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Paidibo, Hinterland, Liberia Area now known as: Sinoe County, Liberia Little Butu, Sinoe County, Liberia Grand Butu Point, Sinoe County, Liberia Sinoe Town, Sinoe County, Liberia Area now known as: Greenville, Sinoe County, Liberia Type The nature or genre of the resource Diary Entry Cities & towns Coastlines Elephants Houses Leisure Primates Roads Tropical forests Villages https://www.liberianhistory.org/files/original/5b5fbdea75cacdd700c1904a24d2b290.pdf 39a4c75ae63b3311c304e1d46c9f7ce4 Diary Transcription Any written text transcribed from a sound 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. However at about 200 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. 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 the 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 he 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, and cheerful and friendly people. We were quite attached to them. 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 800 instead of 600 for what promised to be a very long day with recalcitrant porters. 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. – 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. 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 1100 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 1200 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 turn off stop them. So we went. At about 300 we got to Padibio – 7 hours instead of 1200 – Well what about Sino? Possibly we can condense that 2 days into one. 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. 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. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context D2_Section44 Title A name given to the resource The Harvard African Expedition, Book 2: October 27, 1926 Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Loring Whitman Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 10/27/26 Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Bashman Town, Sinoe County, Liberia Area now known as: Bestman Town, Sinoe County, Liberia Yah Town, Sinoe County, Liberia Paidibo, Hinterland, Liberia Area now known as: Sinoe County, Liberia Type The nature or genre of the resource Diary Entry Kitchens Leisure Performances Politics &government Trails & paths Tropical forests Villages https://www.liberianhistory.org/files/original/0b769f2d3b4d84a41df30d502edbc99d.pdf e5567e602478be97e2f6fbfe0e1b9349 Diary Transcription Any written text transcribed from a sound Tues Oct 26th 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. But about 200 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. At Bashman’s town we found the 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. But one last thing before I close the book on Towya. The Chief there had a most charming little tumor under 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. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context D2_Section43 Title A name given to the resource The Harvard African Expedition, Book 2: October 26, 1926 Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Loring Whitman Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 10/26/26 Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Towya Town, Sinoe County, Liberia Area now known as: Towia, Sinoe County, Liberia Type The nature or genre of the resource Diary Entry Diseases Kitchens Leisure Luggage Villages https://www.liberianhistory.org/files/original/67adc0af20a01e3f9c4e7d127ad0fe5f.pdf 720894e8902b76a42640874cff6ea87d Diary Transcription Any written text transcribed from a sound Mon Oct 25th Today we have gone aroving – without very much success. At about 900 Hal and I – after constructing a shelter for Dr. Strong to work under, gathered some half dozen sturdy paddles and descended to the river crossing. On our way we passed a beautiful leopard track in the mud of the trail – absolutely perfect. When we got to the river we found that the canoe tho large would not accommodate us and all our crew – so we let some go retaining 4 paddles, Willie (Dr. Shattuck’s boy) and ourselves. But our cruise upstream was short lived and without much success. For scarcely a quarter of a mile was put behind us when the current grew too swift and progress was blocked. This was a bit annoying as they had told us that they knew the river well. After this- as we were drifting down stream they offered to take us that way but no relishing the idea of walking back we spurned their generous offer. Our next Our next attempt at amusement was more successful when viewed in this latter light. Two of our crew told us that there was a farm nearby which had been deserted due to the prevalence of “baboon”. We therefore got armed ourselves and went forth – I with a shotgun. We quietly followed our guides thru shady trails and across small swamp streams for about 1 ½ miles to finally come out into a grass grown clearing in which a few tall trees reared their heads. A small clearing with some oil palms growing in it – and dense jungle surrounding. As there were no baboon to be seen we sent our guides off to look for them while we resting our backs against a big root sat and talked in the shade. – It was a pleasant day slightly hazy but bright, and as we talked we could see monkeys playing thru the tall trees which skirted the field. Big Diana monkey for the most part which we watched thru the glasses. But all pleasant things come to an end – and we had to return for lunch. Just before we got to the town we could hear much weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth. Evidently some one had died, and, which, when we were got into town we verified. A middle aged lady had contracted septic infection following a recent child birth for whom with our limited medical supply on hand (the rest being in the bush) we could do nothing. And now the whole town was howling – high howls, low howls, and medium howls, without order or cadence. And it continued. We lunched amidst it, it lulled Hal and me to our siestas while Dr. Strong and Shattuck went over to call on Chief Bashman; it tried to down our conversation after we found the siesta unprofitable – and it robbed us of our minds where we tried to write our diaries. Of course there were times, when there came a lull in the storm – but even that was only momentary for reinforcement were always being brought to the front until I and sure that everyone in the radius of a dozen miles had his or her howl with the others. One old woman; evidently behind came howling on a sturdy blacks back. <Drawing of old woman carried on the back of a man> He had her sitting in a trump line of this order in which she sat- her behind, eyes revised skyward – her mouth open – wailing. And he came swinging into the village – face solemn and composed carrying her as if she were a feather. They rested at about 800 for a while. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context D2_Section42 Title A name given to the resource The Harvard African Expedition, Book 2: October 25, 1926 Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Loring Whitman Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 10/25/26 Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Bashman Town, Sinoe County, Liberia Area now known as: Bestman Town, Sinoe County, Liberia Towya Town, Sinoe County, Liberia Area now known as: Towia, Sinoe County, Liberia Type The nature or genre of the resource Diary Entry Canoes Construction Drawings Farms Leisure Primates Rivers https://www.liberianhistory.org/files/original/24ba0cddeea547a65ab2fce9124e2dcd.pdf a2ed1ae2ead08a639717b71630647fb5 Diary Transcription Any written text transcribed from a sound Sun Oct 24th. Among our admirers yesterday was a youth – the son of Parmount Chief Bashman. Our next door neighbor This youth felt that his father was offended at our staying with a subordinate (a mere river chief) and suggested that we at least come over and call on him. In consequence Hal and I decided that it would be something to do and with Tobey as guide started off. A word about Tobey is necessary here. This gentleman shorn grey haired and portly is the type of negro who that we are led to believe formed the best element among the slaves. He would be the trusted, polite, friendly, and reliable old chap to look after the young master and missy without fear of falling down in the job. His present task was rice, buying for a man in Sino. He had worked for the white’s along the coast and was versed in their ways. The night we had arrived he had become so to speak our unofficial guardian angel – had got water for us – hung up our things and generally made himself useful. Well, he was taking us over to call on Chief Bashman. We were again in an open county with many large rice and cassava fields and no big bush. And in the hour that it took to get to our destination we passed through 3 small (wee) towns. It is a country where the population is in many small units. When we got to Bashman’s town we were escorted to the end of the village by the chiefs son while Tobey went to look for the chief whom he respected evidently very much – for his ability. While we were waiting we had the opportunity of gazing upon an apparition – We had seen him before – he was among those who met us at the time we crossed the river but at that time we weren’t so impressed. Be it as it may he certainly was a sight – gray felt hat – with a red feather stuck in it, a complete veneer of white stucko which covered all visible portions of him except the palms of his hands – his eyes – and I guess his tongue. Even his little moustache was submerged. And on this frosting a few lines had been gonged as an added decoration. He wore the usual “smock” and bath towel effect of the “civilized” native. The village dandy, And we also had an opportunity to see the process being performed – 2 people working over a would be rival with complete concentration. When Bashman came – a tall thin hard lipped man – we started the formalities and extended our greetings. We told him where we had come from, where we were and where we were going. We also wanted him to send out native hunters for us. The fact that this speech by Hal hadn’t given him ? chance to assert his dignity annoyed him – and thru an interpreter of his own – for he wasn’t satisfied with Tobey he told us what amounted to a list of all the white men he had ever seen and when he saw them. He passed on to discuss the govt of the country and the question of arms. This then narrowed down to hunting with the result that he said he had no guns. A price now placed on animals, however, interested him. Then we casually made a mistake. He was offended by the fact that other people than he should get tobacco from us to which we answered that it was in return for gift and produce. So – he thought – and left us to get a dash for us for which we had to wait half an hour. During this time I saw a hawk in a tree which I stalked carefully. Then when within range I raised my gun – fired – and the hawk flew away while the natives laughed. Damn. On the way home I shot a squirrel which was chattering in a palm swamp – and as I shot, I saw its enemy a big green snake weaving its way thru the palm fronts. I shot again and the snake dropped tho we didn’t recover it. After lunch I sat down and skinned the squirrel which was a long task with only a rather dull pen knife. I shaved a piece of palm to use in his tail for his wire – and was forced to use rather lumpy cotton to fill him. Then, too, with only plain salt I am afraid he will never dry in this weather – for we are again back to rains every day and a foggy haze at best. – And so another day gone. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context D2_Section41 Title A name given to the resource The Harvard African Expedition, Book 2: October 24, 1926 Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Loring Whitman Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 10/24/26 Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Bashman Town, Sinoe County, Liberia Area now known as: Bestman Town, Sinoe County, Liberia Type The nature or genre of the resource Diary Entry Cultural relations Landscapes Politics &government Snakes Specimens Villages https://www.liberianhistory.org/files/original/5f7aeb74887f4e441b671e5056da2283.pdf 3233616b4e3879460229c5e82e32da86 Diary Transcription Any written text transcribed from a sound Sat Oct 23rd A day of rest. In the first place we must look after our larger – But no first of all we gathered whatever men we could find – and by chance they were sufficient – to bend go back into the bush and bring out our abandoned boxes. We had sent out the night before thru the chief, for 27 men and were surprised to see them. It was then, after this essential task was over, that we started buying. Our own supplies of milk, sugar, jam etc were very low at the time – thanks to the enforced reduction of our luggage – with the result that we were very willing to get together such food stuff as would take their place.. Eggs to cover the need for sugar and milk on the oatmeal. Bananas- to take the place of bread and desert etc. And then came the great climax of the day. – For several weeks, nay months, I have been nursing a rather pitiful attempt at a moustache – a care worn, wounded and ragged little thing – but it comforted me greatly – and so long as we were without the influence of mirrors I was happy. I used to sit and caress it with the loving hand of a proud parent – and the feel of the silkey fellow under my hands was always a joy and comfort to me in all the trials thru which we had planned. But now – ah horror – I peeked into the mirror – a magnifying mirror. And my heard stood still. Gone was that silky delicate soft appearance – gone the fresh bloom of youth – and in its stead, curses! “a thin scraggly grey headed thing with half a mind its own – half at the beck and call of idle fancy – Ah to think I had let it come to such suffering – no – I would no longer subject it to the tortures of the damned – And with trembling fingers I got out scissors and razor. Yes, it has gone now – but I feel better – as do the others of the party. Well – what more can I say of the day? We sent out our boys out to wash our clothes, we washed ourselves – and I even attempted to brush my hair – such are the taints of civilizations. In the afternoon we opened up our trunks and aired them as well as overhauling our equipment in general. We also siestad – probably more important – at least more time consuming. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context D2_Section40 Title A name given to the resource The Harvard African Expedition, Book 2: October 23, 1926 Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Loring Whitman Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 10/23/26 Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Towya Town, Sinoe County, Liberia Area now known as: Towia, Sinoe County, Liberia Type The nature or genre of the resource Diary Entry Food Leisure https://www.liberianhistory.org/files/original/53c756526db1e8764dc85b50edd54db8.pdf e5424c96dafd23ad9838310b91f25750 Diary Transcription Any written text transcribed from a sound Fri Oct 22nd – Back in a inhabited country again. After the customary delay – which we have learned to except from our trusty followers we got packed and started. A grey, misty morning with clouds hanging low. - As the morning wore on, however, the skys cleared and we were soon walking through the checkered light of a bright sun shining thru holes in the days dense green ceiling above. The porters started to sing their carrying songs – and the wild yelping so musical in its way echoed the woods. “Halelu su la lu qua lu way” in an ascending scale – And as the first man got to the second part another commenced at the beginning. Halelu salal lu qua le way Halelu Halelu suala lu qualu way Halelusula lu qua lu way Really it is quite agreeable. And today we no longer have need for driving, scolding and pushing – whenever they stopped we rested – and without any assistance form us they started again – cheerful and friendly. After all the fuss and effort of the last few weeks it really was a great relief – and we began to be sorry that we didn’t have a whole safari of them to take us down the Sino. But why complain. And today, too, they have not stopped so frequently as before – or stayed so long. No it has been quite pleasant and we have all felt the relief of not guarding them lest we should find an deserted load staring us in the face. So the day passed until – at about 200 we came to the banks of the Sanguin River – down which we followed for a few minutes – then. We had once at last reached the end of our forest journey – and were back once more to villages and farms. We had to wait for quite a while until some natives appeared on the opposite bank. These, soon catching sight of us disappeared to soon return with paddles, with then which they brought a big dugout across to our assistance. I went with the first load to keep our eye on the boxes and to better take photos of the river crossing. This latter idea was somewhat impaired by the arrival of a shower which dimmed the sun and greatly diminished the beauty of the tall trees flanking the river. Hal crossed soon and went up to the town when he started to make arrangements about houses. Then Strong came – and finally Shattuck. When all was across we went up to the village. The main thing which first took our attention was the quite and orderly aspect of the place. Instead of many round windowless mud huts to which we had become accustomed there were comparatively few, and these were rectangular affairs with mat walls and front porch. But the surprising part was the fact that they were placed in two long rows facing on a main street or public square if you wish to call it that. And In the center was the sacred tree – small to be sure – surrounded by stakes, and by the customary dishes and gourds in which I suppose sacrificial offerings were put on special occasions. And in the background were banana leaves – huge – pale green –slowly moving in the light breeze, - then a clearing – and the distant blue black forest rising towering behind. It was quite a charming place were it not for its inhabitants. <Drawing of house> The houses themselves had a certain oriental look about the slope of their roofs reminding one perhaps of pictures of Japan – a fleeting resemblance to be sure – but there neverthe- less. As I have said before – it was a small place with only about a dozen huts. When I arrived at the place Towya I found that we had “leased” a house at the end of the village – by paying its owner 5 shillings to take out the mud wall and sweep the place. The owner by the way was probably a big weak above – as well as being a dandy by nature – for he has about six anklets on each leg made in the form of bells or better musical rattles which clink as he goes around. He also wears necklaces and bracelets. <Drawing of bracelet> And he will disappear mysteriously to reappear with a chicken which he locks up elsewhere – whether from fear of its annoying us or our annoying it – I don’t know. As soon as we started to set up our establishment we were surrounded by a crowd of curious blacks – many of whom had come from neighboring towns with produce to sell – thinking that we were traders. Again we were in a land of plenty – sweet potatos, squash and pumpkin, rice, chickens, bananas, Edo etc – all came pouring in – so that poor Hal was kept very busy getting out tobacco – our money – and examining the wares. But all finally quieted down- we drove away the onlookers – and took our refreshing baths in comparative peace. Then a dinner – a Thanksgiving dinner at having escaped the forest – a smoke in the light of a full moon rising from behind a veritable mountain of clouds to climb thru the branches of a big silk cotton tree before soaring out over the world with its mellow splendor. Not such a bad day after all x Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context D2_Section39 Title A name given to the resource The Harvard African Expedition, Book 2: October 22, 1926 Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Loring Whitman Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 10/22/26 Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Sangwin River, Liberia Area now known as: Sehnkwehn River, Liberia Towya Town, Sinoe County, Liberia Area now known as: Towia, Sinoe County, Liberia Type The nature or genre of the resource Diary Entry Canoes Ceremonial objects Drawings Food Houses Jewelry Kitchens Leisure Luggage Rivers Trails & paths Tropical forests Villages https://www.liberianhistory.org/files/original/262b1d0ca0ddc9d73ccc8bdbeede842a.pdf 66ef04bfc4163bfb7c4952aa77db44ef Diary Transcription Any written text transcribed from a sound Thur Oct 21st Off again – This time there was no palava – and the whole day has been free from then. Our men are evidently satisfied with their treatment and with us. It was the same kind of going as before – ridges covered with thick forests of rather slender trees, - swamps with their palms and bogs – and everywhere roots to trip us and catch us at every step. Still I have seen worse trails – as well as better. We forbore to stop by a stream for lunch – remembering yesterday and so at about two pulled up under a big mammoth tree on top of a ridge to eat our frugal meal of a handful of Petit Beurre crackers and some cheese. We sat on a huge root. But even as we ate it started suddenly to pour – a drenching tropical storm against which nature offers but poor protection. We sneaked as far as we could between the roots in hopes of keeping dry – but at last where the water began to roll down the trunk we got discouraged and plunged out into the now roaring trail – our arms held out from our sides – to keep our shirts from adhering to closely to us – and our boots squishing with every stop. So we passed thru the wilderness passing elephant ?? without paying much heed to it. – Still there must be quite a few elephants in this section of the bush. We caught up to and passed the rear vanguard of our porter band – but with heads down they were pushing along now – no thought of stopping – just a splash thru the flooded trail until we should reach camp and a fire. They were chilly – so were we. At about 400 the rain let up – sort of let go our collars with a parting shake – we reached what we were told was the best set of shelters, and promptly decided to stop.. There were two sets of them – fairly well separated – but we were quite assured by now that our men would stick – and we were not worried to have them ¼ of a mile away in a separate establishment. So we set about making camp – after first seeing about getting a cook fire going. As Sando was very tired after carrying a load all day – I detailed Momo to help him and set up my own bed – mosquito net etc. Then seeing that all was ready I went for a swim in the stream which flowed past our shelters – a nice stream with sandy bottom and pools. I was shortly joined by Strong and Hal. – A dark night – no stars – and chilly – but we were warm – in dry clothes and with an attempt at a rainproof thatch shelter above our heads. – We had a hot curry for supper. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context D2_Section38 Title A name given to the resource The Harvard African Expedition, Book 2: October 21, 1926 Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Loring Whitman Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 10/21/26 Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Campsite, Liberia Type The nature or genre of the resource Diary Entry Camps Elephants Food Trails & paths https://www.liberianhistory.org/files/original/523f7f69fd367306f223a0b590524a75.pdf e3948cd026315b68490ac6a824d68b91 Diary Transcription Any written text transcribed from a sound Wed Oct 20th When we first awoke our porters were still with us and we felt that at last we were thru with the endless trouble of getting carriers. Dr. George went down and gave them some rice for breakfast. And Then we settled down to our own chop in a rather relieved frame of mind. However our joy was short lived for soon Burmah came running up to inform us that the men had changed their minds and had suddenly cleaned out without warning we rushed down only to find the report too true. Evidently they had left immediately after being given rice and we had not been warned until they were well on their way. Well we were in a pretty pickle – I went in pursuit of the renegades but they were too quick for me and jumped the trail. Then I returned and finished breakfast. In the meantime we took stock of our remaining cohorts and found the following – the 18 people from Coe town – The two headmen from Chekomma – the one headman from Sordya and our own boys. There was only one thing to do and that was to take as much as we could and travel thru the bush as fast as possible in order to get men to send back for the rest. It was useless to try for men in the direction from which we had come. The upshot of the matter was that we gave loads to all our boys and to the other retainers and started leaving Washman and Africa in charge of the rest. Of course I had to leave behind my supply of films and all my developing and collecting outfit while Hal must leave most of the hunting and eating outfit. We reduced to the essentials. Then we were off each of our boys carrying a load. 20 minutes later we came to where the last of the headmen from Chekomma had dropped Dr. Strongs trunk and had gone the way of all Liberian flesh. The solution of the mystery was converting it into a one man load and leaving a kinja of rice behind. Then we were really off. During this delay Hal and Dr. George had gone ahead with the rest of the men – but after about two hours of struggle – half an hour walk – 5 or 10 minutes rest – and so on we caught up with them resting beside a river, - then we continued en masse. During this day Hal had was with the front vanguard while I brought up the rear – a change in our positions. At about 100 we came to quite a big stream which we crossed on logs – to find a regular little town of Shelters. Evidently this is a regular recognized stopping place and is probably the objective to for which we would have got the first day found we not had so much trouble with our porters. Here we called a halt for the rest – a swim and some lunch. It was quite a pleasant place – a small clearing among virgin forest with the little thatch roofed shelters standing out brilliantly in the noon sun, in contrast to the deep forest shadows behind. And too, it was rather pleasant to sit beneath a big shade tree and somewhat salve a rather disquieting hunger. But when we called our caravan together again we saw that perhaps we had made a mistake stopping in such a pleasant spot, for our porters sat down and said that they were going to stop there for the night. Of course they would carry much further for us in the morrow etc. Our answer to that was an absolute ignoring of their words and an order to shoulder their loads. This was met by an threat. They would run away if they had to carry another step today – we loaded our guns and tried to look ominous. Well in the end they went- and apparently without any worries, for they were probably only bluffing. – <2 loose pages inserted in diary Fri 29 Sat 30 Sun 31Hal and I take photos in P.M. Swim in AM. Mr Ross, develop Mon 1 Shop in AM. Pack in PM dine out in Eve. Swim up beach and count Shaeckels – load boat and take pictures Tues 2 leave 28 60 1680 Gladiolus Augustus. South Africa Gladiolus Primuliaus macoephalus Get seed of each.> At about 300 as the porters were beginning to look a bit ragged and weary Strong decided that we would stop at the next decent place which proved to be near at hand. This was a small shelter – or rather two of them – beside a rather clean and cool looking little stream. Unfortunately, however, Coolidge and Shattuck had got ahead of us with the fore guard and were barely within our leaving, which meant that we would have to send ahead to stop them and bring them back. In the meanwhile I sent back the trail and helped cookmate with his cook box. He is a rather slender youngster and as the box is rather heavy he had been dropping further and further behind until I was afraid that he would play out in the bush somewhere and never come in at all. I walked back the trail for about a half an hour until I found him struggling along under his awkward burden. I took the load, - about 45 lb, - and hoisted it on my own head realizing immediately that a full neck must be a great asset to the professional head porter. It isn’t so much the weight as it is the jerks and falls which are constantly throwing you off balance. For remember that if you were 6 ft tall you are now 8 ft – and the fumes catch you at every turn. You are continually bending and “sagging to get under branches which would ordinarily let you pass – and you frequently misjudge with the result that you feel a tug- your head is jerked sideways – and you have all you can do to keep your balance your head on your shoulders and the box on your head. I appreciate now more fully to what strains the carriers are put – even though they are used to it. As for me, well 15 minutes were sufficient and I returned the box to cook mate while I rested my neck. – And so we got back to the camp site only to find a couple of trunks idly waiting to be carried and no one in sight. After waiting a while I picked up the money trunk – and heavy one, too and started off. This time I was carrying with a tumpline– about 80 lbs – but that was not so bad. These native tumps – a common method of carrying here – are made from tall slender trees about 1 1/2 “ in Diam – and looking like a slender maple. These they cut down and shave on strip – instead of cutting 1 to the trunk. Then they peel it off – giving a wide flat strip of bark – about 2” wide of a very strong nature. It is quite neat. But to continue – I didn’t have far to go luckily for I soon came up to find the new site – a much bigger and better one – and with better huts. Remembering the noon threats to run away our first thoughts were to send some of the boys out to guard the trail – and then set to work rigging up our cots and mosquito bars under a rather low shelter just large enough to cover the 4 beds when jammed in. Our next thought was to distribute rice etc to the men. Then a swim in quite a nice deep pool in which I could actually get under water. At supper I suggested that we try a little twine on our carriers – after all we cannot afford to lose them – and of they believe it whats the harm. Money has no real attraction for them. So Burma was called. He immediately agreed and taking two quinine pills gave one to the headman with the words “if you run away – you die – if I or the white masters don’t treet you right, I die,” Then they swallowed their pills with a clash of water from the same cup – white man’s medicine. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context D2_Section37 Title A name given to the resource The Harvard African Expedition, Book 2: October 20, 1926 Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Loring Whitman Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 10/20/26 Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Campsite, Liberia Type The nature or genre of the resource Diary Entry Camps Leisure Luggage Physical restraints Plants Rivers Specimens Trails & paths Villages https://www.liberianhistory.org/files/original/32781e7053883d079a6fa566131d86e3.pdf 5efecb919b4f8b4ee6c5f477cef47994 Diary Transcription Any written text transcribed from a sound Tues Oct 19th toil and trouble. In the first place we fed rice to the porters at 500 and at 730 when we were ready to leave and had already distributed most of the loads the men said their chop was o the fire and they wanted to eat. We asked why they hadn’t eaten during the last 2 hrs and told them to go on – that we would have it brought along. So I started off with them and soon – one man run into the bush leaving a two-man load half stranded. I put a headman under it – and heard that 4 more men had run away from up ahead. I left Mom and Jack Paulo to look after the men and returned to Sordya when I found them loading up the women. I reported the casualties and was asked to escort the 14 ladies but I hadn’t gone 100 yds before I found three loads hastily abandoned and a few crashed leaves showing the direction of exodus. When I got them together with the men I kept a careful eye on the lot. When the rest caught up we converted the lightest 2 man loads into 1 and got all lifted, then we tied the men together in groups of 2s and together with strings or native vines. I started off with 18 of the men with cook mate Momo and Draro to help me. I put cook mate in front to keep the men from getting too far ahead. Then Momo behind 6 – and I behind 6 and Draro bringing up the read behind 6 more. In that way we worked along very smoothly keeping all men in sight at practically all times. One old man – and an old woman – his wife- were untied and just behind me. Whenever I came to a creek or a big log I helped the men across with their loads but they generally came to expect it. Mr. and Mrs. On the other hand always nodded a thanks and seemed particularly pleased. At 1000 after passing over dry ridges with root infested trails, or thru palm swamps with wading thru water or mud. I called a halt and let the men rest up on the side of a dry ridge in a clearing caused by the falling of a huge forest tree with all its vines and impediments. But just as I was about to move on the rumor came that all the other people had run away – and sure enough Willie soon came with 8 women with a report of some 20 deserted loads way back. I got together the 18 men and started back soon to meet Dr. Shattuck and later Hal on their way up for assistance. The 3 of us then put back with the men each of us with a gun over our shoulder with which we threatened to salute all those who took to the bush. It was quite a merry caravan – 18 men in chains (I mean ropes) – with 3 white men armed to the teeth – ready to shoot to kill – a pretty picture. Later it occurred to me that years ago many such scenes took place – but so much more serious – and sordid. Harsh faced and possibly bearded and unkempt white men – men whose lives were spent in toiling away among the dregs of the earth – hard drinking and cruel but strong men – the slave traders. I could almost imagine the whole picture. A few of these whites with whips and crude guns, possibly joking, probably cursing, as they drove their way thru the forests. A retinue of reliably dishonest blacks. And under their charge a band of fettered prisoners with sullen mystery and terror on their faces. But perhaps I am too imaginative. To continue – we made very good time on our return with no evidence of trouble whatsoever, and soon came to where the last loads had been delicately tossed down and the former carrier had rather pleasantly vanished into the forest shades. However we decided to push back until we got to the earliest scene of disorder and start at the beginning. After a while we met Colbar with some half dozen carriers and loads. He and Washman – our emissaries to Ko town – had picked up 18 men and had picked up some of the earliest loads. We pushed on and after a while came to where our troubles had begun. 14 boxes were left but the Washman and some of his henchmen were waiting beside it. We also found Flumus, Shaeffer, Vani, Burma, and others of our boys so all was well. After giving all hands some cooked rice brought along in a kinja we picked up the loads and started off- Once more on our way to Sino. And so we came to the scattered loads we added them to our caravan until we had them all with us. When we returned to the main group we had a light lunch of a crackers and cheese and discussed the future. We decided that our best plan would be to make push on as far as possible and then relay the remaining loads up to our camping ground. At all costs we must get as far as possible without losing any of our supplies. So off we went again leaving about 10 loads behind to be collected later. It was about 200 and a very clear day with brilliant sunlight and its corollary – intense shade. Underneath the shelter of the tall slender tees it was pleasantly cool and very gentle on the eyes. At about 300 without any trouble ?? our elaborate guard we came to a promising camp sight and stopped. We were also told that it was the last waters for several hours – except for swamp water. We stopped the safari (or, more accurately, did not force them on ) and prepared for the night – a night in the bush beneath a tent of leaves but with no other protection from the elements other than our mosquito nets and rain coats. But first we sent off 10 men to bring up the remaining loads. During the last two days I have been travelling with a very charming couple indeed – an old man with a gray beard and his somewhat younger wife. These two have always been cheerful and have given us no trouble at any time. In consequence I have taken a certain pleasure in helping them across streams and logs and they have always smiled a thanks and appreciation which has well rewarded me. When we started to make camp the man gave his wife the little bag of food they have – and told her to sit off to one side. He on the other hand made a point of doing anything that could be of service to me. If I started to clear a place for my bed he could take the cutlass and do it himself. If I wanted a root removed he sprang to my assistance – there is some justice in this world after all- (and in the morning they had both run away). After getting more or less settled Hal and I went for a swim in a small stream nearby It was a rather quiet stream flowing slowly over a sandy bottom as it wound thru among the tall forest trees. And we certainly enjoyed lying in its cool water after such a hectic day. When we returned to camp in fresh clothes we distributed rice and a tobacco clash to our carriers all of whom seemed not only satisfied but pleased and promised to stay with us thru thick and thin. Then we had a hearty supper and smoke to cap the day. As we sat around the table in the night shadows we noticed that the entire floor was a glowing mass as though we were sitting upon a mysterious carpet of living fire. Every stick and leaf was thus illuminated and stood out as if outlined by magic. Overhead fitful stars peered thru the little holes in our forest ceiling and a cool breezed fauced the tree tops. But below we were shut in by impenetrable blackness. Only the flickering fires of the blacks broke the absolute immensity of the surrounding nothingness. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context D2_Section36A Title A name given to the resource The Harvard African Expedition, Book 2: October 19, 1926 Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Loring Whitman Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 10/19/26 Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Campsite, Liberia Type The nature or genre of the resource Diary Entry Camps Leisure Luggage Physical restraints Trails & paths Villages https://www.liberianhistory.org/files/original/815375064d90b87fc1420eda8fe56815.pdf af2289e69a6e4bced47c43c4847ad2d5 Diary Transcription Any written text transcribed from a sound Mon Oct 18th We got up at 500 packed and had breakfast at 530 but no porters were in sight. I ran up to the center of the village and located Johnson – an English black who had been very helpful to us in the past. I found him just coming out of a hut with a type written letter which he showed to me. It was an order form an Ass’t. D.C. asking that such chiefs as had “Eloped” to Chekomma be returned at once for a meeting of all chiefs in the presence of D.C. Carter. I asked him what he was going to do about it and he said he would wait until we got back from Sino. As to porters the two headmen had humbugged him – for they had gone off to get men at 500 A.M. and hadn’t returned. However he said he would send down all present. So I returned and was soon loading a few chop boxes on women – some of whom had babies on their backs. That was rather annoying – especially as we had asked for men and had been told that we would get them. Dr. Strong now took up the cudgels – vanishing up town to return later with some rather disgruntled men which we hastily placed under the heavy loads and pushed off. Just about that time the chief headman returned with a couple of men, and we discovered that the rice kinjas were scarcely packed at all and that if we carried them the way they were we would leave a trail of rice behind us and arrive with none. I left there – with some 7 loads as yet unlifted. It was rather pleasant to get into the forest again – and altho my feet were soaked in the first 5 minutes it was comparatively cool. Talking of wet feet – it is one of the most disagreeable features of this country. Your feet are wet 7 days of the week and instead of getting tough they get soft and cracked which are awkward and unpleasant to say the least. After I had gone about half an hour I caught up to a rather small youth just about ready to quite under a heavy 2 man load. He was almost frothing at the mouth and did not have strength enough to put the load down. He was just trembling. I lifted the trunk off his head and waited for somebody in the rear to catch up so that I could shift the load to a bigger man. G.C.S, however soon caught up with me and I left him to attend to it while I pushed on to see where our porters were and how they were faring. After a while I caught up with the main bunch and followed them. I found myself behind a solidly built woman carrying a light chop box with a bag on top if it and a child on her back. As she went along she frequently nursing the child which sill stayed on her back but puts its head around the corner under her arm. There are some real advantages to the very pendant breasts of these people – especially on safari. I was so touched that I made a sketch as I walked – crude to be sure – yet to the point. After a little over 3 hrs from out I came to Che town where I found Momo and Sando doing their best to hold some local men in town until we could include them in our porter gang. They were also making sure that none present should run away. After about 10 minutes Dr. George arrived and I pushed on with the 18 heavy man loads. But I hadn’t gone far when I found a lone man whom I sent back with jack paulou to Che. On the latters return he told me that I was asked to wait for Dr. Strong. I sat down and amused myself my taking movies of the porters gang as it came thru. It was an old farm which had grown up to tall grass out of which the porters came in small groups single file. I also ate my lunch of a 2 bananas, which I had carried in bright red bandana handkerchief. When Hal and Dr. Strong caught up I found that it was a false alarm. Soon after we came to a fork in the trail the left hand branch going to Coe town the right – ours – going to Sordya. About this time the trail thickened a bit and I spent some time brushing out the overhanging vines which catch the boxes and make head carrying so difficult. But I we finally came out into more clear going and I put my knife away. After leaving Che we passed quite a few streams which we had to wade thereby filling up our shoes with sands. And then to our surprise we came out in Sordya – at 1255 instead of 600 as we had been told. It is a remarkable fact that practically no one knows how long it takes to go to the next town. Today we started about 800 and arrived at 1230 when we had been told that it was a 6 to 6 day. When I got to the village I found that most of the men had arr. And were sitting in the shade of the huts leaving the loads out in the broiling sun. I got out my graflex and took some pictures of the porters as they came in with their loads. Then when the rest came we cleaned up on the houses and set up the beds. Sordya is the last town we see before entering the bush for an indefinite period. Some say that we will walk 3 days and sleep 2 nights. Others say sleep 3 nights and a few say sleep 1 night if we start “soon” morning and walk till sunset. And all of this provides for the men staying with us and not running away. This latter problem is the biggest. The town is small – about 8-10 huts – but has the new feature of woven walls which make it look quite neat. The houses are rectangular and the floors are a couple of feet above the ground as at Chekomma – but the mat walls extend to the ground covering up the platform floor. These huts also have a window shutter which slides over along a piece of native rope from which it hangs. <Drawing of thatching> After a bath Hal went down to get out food for Sando while I set up the water bottle bag and chlorinated it. Then it rained hard and I discovered that the roof over my bed leaked extensively and I was forced to repack my entire bedding until the shower was over. As the men from Chekomma appear to be restless we have decided to guard them tonight or rather our boys have decided to have 2 hr shifts and walk the quite streets of the town truout the night with guns and lanterns. After supper we sat in the rich light of a nearly full moon until a very threatening looking thunderstorm drove us to bed. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context D2_Section36 Title A name given to the resource The Harvard African Expedition, Book 2: October 18, 1926 Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Loring Whitman Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 10/18/26 Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Ch Area now known as: Sinoe County, Liberia Sordya, Hinterland, Liberia Area now known as: Sinoe County, Liberia Type The nature or genre of the resource Diary Entry Drawings Houses Luggage Politics &government Trails & paths Tropical forests Villages https://www.liberianhistory.org/files/original/e6eeb33c4053d633069b317cdb8ad6ca.pdf 696ecb1983adb235cdd6bbe6013dce55 Diary Transcription Any written text transcribed from a sound Sun Oct 17th – The Sabbath. In the first place we got up later – breakfast at about 620. Then I shaved washed and brushed my teeth thereby accomplishing a lot. This was followed by some medical photo’s and then diary writing all in all an inspiring morning. Dr. Strong and Shattuck however accomplished much with a medical clinic all the morning. The best was a tubercular leprosy case. Hal busied himself eliminating a chop box and cussing Colbar for doing everything wrong today. He also go to his Diary. In the afternoon Dr. Strong and Shattuck returned to their clinic and to the examination of tsetse flies which have been brought in while Hal and I have continued Diary writing until just now when Hal has decided to take a siesta. Later I got me out pad and pencil and drew a picture of Chekomma as we see it from Hals and my side of our dwelling. After that tedious job was finished I took up my camera and filmed a few odd bits of scenery which seemed presentable – Then I packed film etc, my trunk and took a bath before supper. After the meal we all went up to town in the moonlight and dashed the paramount Chief’s wife with tobacco and gin with hopes that porters would be forth coming in the morning. We also got hold of the two headmen and palavered with them – Then back to our house to get to bed early. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context D2_Section35 Title A name given to the resource The Harvard African Expedition, Book 2: October 17, 1926 Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Loring Whitman Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 10/17/26 Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant Chekomma, Hinterland, Liberia Area now known as: Sinoe County, Liberia Type The nature or genre of the resource Diary Entry Diseases Drawings Flies Leisure Specimens Villages