By: Ardis E. Parshall - February 17, 2013 Previous installment Mon. Mar 8 [1915]. We arose bright and early and had hardly finished our breakfast before our native friends were back again, many of them bringing others with them, until the house was filled with smiling chattering natives. They are a very affectionate people, and have a very peculiar way of showing it. One old lady (Moufa) held on to my hand with one of hers while she...
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