so, after a time, they begin all over again, and, in the course of fifteen minutes, finally get away. . . . There is an English woman on the train who is leaving Africa because of bad health. Her husband is also an invalid, as a result of the fever; in addition, he lost everything he brought to the country. This woman says there is a plague for everything in Africa. We walked about Salisbury with her, while waiting for the train to depart at 9:30 P. M., and the town seemed as disconsolate as our traveling acquaintance. . . . I ate dinner in Salisbury at a little restaurant, and shall always remember the place, because of two very pretty girl waiters, and because of the large number of young men who came in to flirt with them.
Saturday, April 5.—Soon after breakfast this morning,
we passed out of Rhodesia into Portuguese East
Africa, at a little town the name of which I have forgotten.
A Portuguese customs officer came on board,
but did not bother us, beyond asking if we had either
pistols or guns in our luggage. Being assured that we
had not, he bowed very politely, and departed. The
governor of Portuguese East Africa joined us at this
station, traveling in a private car with his wife and a
party of friends. A number of ladies and gentlemen
had gathered to say good-by to the governor and his
lady, and I shall never forget the politeness of these
people. Our compartment was within a few feet of the
observation end of the private car, but the Portuguese
never saw us, while other people on the train stared
