Luebo, Belgian Congo, May 8, 1921
Dear Mother and Daddy:
As it so often happens we are writing on the day the steamer leaves with the mail. A boat came in yesterday afternoon and we were expecting some mail, but none came. So we want to write you just a note. It has been a long time in between the last boat and of course we can't mail a letter till the boat comes.
As I am up at the office and Dot is writing down at the house, we may write the same things. Saturday we took a little trip in the hammock, or rather Dot rode in the hammock and I went on my wheel. We went to a place about an hours journey from Luebo, had a picnic dinner, and after dinner I went hunting for a little while and Dot stayed in the shade and read. We had a right nice little outing and enjoyed it very much. Just as we got back, a hard rain came up, but as we were already on the edge of the village, we stopped in a native house till the rain slacked up.
Last month was vacation month in the schools, so they opened up again Monday morning. Dot is teaching now, has a class of one; she is teaching Mrs. Stegall's little girl her A-B-C's et cetera. Then she also has charge of the other children when school is in session, 9:00 till 11:00.
We'll write you more next time. With love to all.
B.M.
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