So I Take Off My Boots And Put On My Slippers; For It
Never Does In This Country To Leave
Off boots altogether at anytime
and risk getting bitten by mosquitoes on the feet, when you are on
the march;
Because the rub of your boot on the bite always produces
a sore, and a sore when it comes in the Gorilla country, comes to
stay.
No sooner have I carefully swished all the mosquitoes from under the
bar and turned in, than a cat scratches and mews at the door - turn
out and let her in. She is evidently a pet, so I take her on to the
bed with me. She is a very nice cat - sandy and fat - and if I held
the opinion of Pythagoras concerning wild fowl, I should have no
hesitation in saying she had in her the soul of Dame Juliana
Berners, such a whole-souled devotion to sport does she display,
dashing out through the flaps of the mosquito bar after rats which,
amid squeals from the rats and curses from her, she kills amongst
the china collection. Then she comes to me, triumphant, expecting
congratulations, and accompanied by mosquitoes, and purrs and kneads
upon my chest until she hears another rat.
Tuesday, July 23rd. - Am aroused by violent knocking at the door in
the early gray dawn - so violent that two large centipedes and a
scorpion drop on to the bed. They have evidently been tucked away
among the folds of the bar all night.
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