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to give your finger-prints a month ahead, so that
Scotland Yard and Buenos Aires could get together.
All the scoundrels in the world went to the
Argentine."

I examined the usual blank map upon the wall, a
few towns along the coast, a few villages along the
border. "Have you been to Liberia?" I asked.

"No, no," the large man said. "We let them come
to us."

The other man stuck a round red seal on my pass-
port; it bore the National Mark, a three-masted ship,
a palm tree, a dove flying overhead, and the legend
"The love of liberty brought us here". Above the
same redTseal I had to sign the "Declaration of an
Alien about to depart for die Republic of Liberia."

I have informed myself of the provisions under
the Immigration Law, and am convinced that I
am eligible for admission into the Republic there-
under.

I realise that if I am one of a class prohibited
by law from admission, I will be deported or de-
tained in confinement.

I solemnly swear that the above statements are
true to the best of my knowledge and that I fully
intend when in the Republic to obey and support
the laws and constituted authorities thereof.

The only thing which I knew of the law was that it
forbade a white man to enter the country except
through the recognised ports unless he had paid a
large sum for an explorer's licence. I intended to
enter the country from the British border and make