L. 28. P. 17 unclean frigus or with the filthiest rags of cloths; their ideas on sanitation are rudimentary - and yet, no Roari will (if he can help it) enter the village marking his destination at the end of a day's travel without first bathing in a stream, and no Roari will drink water from a stream crossed by a trail except at the very tip, and even then he walks ten or twenty paces upstream to be sure the water is absolutely unpolluted. They are merry, jovial people, fond of a practical joke, and picturesque with their hair tied up in a red handkerchief or bound in a tight bundle on top of the head. Wed. Mar. 17. A guba (storm) struck us about 4:30 in the morning but passed over. At dawn however it began to rain and by the time we could get breakfast over it was pouring. I had to use some verbal force to get the carriers out into the deluge. But I knew we had to cross the Mbirui river before it rose too high. We left at 7 am + going ahead, I reached Sogeri at 10 - soaked to the skin. Everything in good order. Had the pay-off of my Roaries at 11:30. They all received their money for carrying and their bonuses for tapping & then turned round & bought a lot of trade goods from me. So that was all right. Rain'd all afternoon. Soro, the boy I had to leave here in hospital, very nearly died. He is still a mere shadow of himself - but seeing his pulse took again and the news that he will shortly be sent