rg JOURNEY WITHOUT MAPS

A few days later his host got tired of the President
and had him escorted with proper ceremony to the
border, but at the wrong place. The Frontier Force
had marched to meet him at Foya and here he was
at Kabawana. The Presidential party sat on the
ground and waited and hoped; they were very
frightened; the British platoon marched off and left
them there.

Border Town

As it turned out I had no cause to fear a meeting
with the diamond prospector. The story was left
vague, unverified, suggestive. Six months in the
Republic had been too much for C/s health; he had
gone home. This I learnt the next afternoon at
Pendembu, at the small German store where I had
been told to inquire for him. The train left Bo soon
after nine and arrived in the late afternoon. All my
food was still in bond, but I bought tinned food at
the P.Z. store in Bo. One could buy everything there,
drinks and tinned foods and clothes and ironware
and cures for gonorrhoea (P.Z. have branches all
down the coast, even in the Republic; they are a
Manchester firm, a kind of West African Selfridge,
and in towns where there is no accommodation for
white men, the P.Z. store can always be depended on
for hospitality.)

At Pendembu another Court Messenger was wait-
ing for us, and a lorry to take us to Kailahun, to the
Government Rest-house, but I called first at the
Deutsche Kamerun Gesellschaft to inquire for C.
"Youll find his partner, Mr. Van Gogh," the German