the grim, grand African forests are like a great library, in which, so far, I can do little more than look at the pictures, although I am now busily learning the alphabet of their language, so that I may some day read what these pictures mean.

[Responding to repeated questions about traveling in Africa without a husband:] I am looking for him.

It is my melancholy fate to like so many people I profoundly disagree with and often heartily dislike people who agree with me.

Ambas and Bobia Islands are perfect gems of beauty. Mondoleh I cannot say I admire. It always looks to me exactly like one of those flower-stands full of ferns and plants - the sort you come across in drawing rooms at home, with wire-work legs. I do not mean that Mondoleh has wire-work legs under water, but it looks as if it might have.

I most carefully confined myself to facts and arranged those facts on as thin a line of connecting opinion as possible.

the grim, grand African forests are like a great library, in which, so far, I can do little more than look at the pictures, although I am now busily learning the alphabet of their language, so that I may some day read what these pictures mean.

West Africa today is just a quarry of paving stones for Hell, and those stones were cemented in place with