Rumuruti, Laikipia. B.E.A. Oct. 29 ‘07

Dear Sister and Brother:

        Your splendid Post Cards came about two months ago. They were so cute. Thanks. They’ll make a fine addition to my collection. Then your letter with pictures enclosed came a week ago. How glad we were for them. They are splendid. You must have had a good time when papa & Mama were there. Mama wrote that you took them some place every day, and fed them on candy ice cream and water melon. Well we have the latter just as good as you but the candy & ice cream - O how my mouth waters - well perhaps we’ll call around your way some day to see if there’s any left.

        How gray papa looks. Is he really so gray or is it the light? We had a letter from Mr. Downing today written just after he had been at our homes. Am glad he got there and met the people. Even grandpa & ma. Had two letters from Lora. In one she said she finally got your album. They seem to lose a good deal of mail. The only things we’ve ever missed was two rolls of papers and music that mama sent. Haven’t been getting very many letters from them lately but they are so busy I don’t see how they get any written. Was so glad they got that nice visit among all you people. It’s been a long time since they’ve had such a good long trip. They deserved it. Hope they’ll keep on until they land out here.

        We aren’t alone any more, when we came from Conference at Kijabe we bro’t Bertha Simpson along. Her home is near Napervile and was in school with us. She visited at home before she came out here. She is living in the tree-house. She helps with the teaching but can’t do very much until she gets the language a little. We have class every night after supper. Besides the school work we’ve been visiting at the kraals on 4 days. Just we two girls and one of the Christian boys; then on Sun. John and we go to two other kraals besides having a meeting for the people near here, at our boys’ kraal. Well I never was so busy in my life as I am now. The days seem so very short when we think of what’s to be done but long enough when we stop to think if we’re tired. Lora always writes she feels so sorry for us that we’re out here all alone. Well we’re not alone any more, so she will feel better I hope. I think I’d prefer our place to theirs: that is I’d prefer to be some what alone - and we aren’t all alone - only 1 mile from the Gov’t station where there lives an Englishman - and have these people to work among and plenty of room to breathe with fresh air and good gardens so we can raise almost every thing and fresh milk if we pay enough and fresh butter too. That’s what I like about this country. But O dear I wish some one else had the fleas. We can’t have everything nice. But as long as we haven’t board floors we can’t get rid of them. We hope we may have board floors some time after we get into the other house. It’s going up fine. John has the iron all on the roof and is now finishing up the walls - for they weren’t nearly finished. We have the boards for the doors and also all the windows - Thanks to my generous brother. So as soon as he gets the walls up and the mud floors dry then we’ll move in. We intend to plaster the walls and send home for paper. Papering them keeps them from rubbing off or from little pieces crumbling off and keeping the floor dirty and dusty. We just plaster with mud as there’s no sand near here. It keeps John awfully busy but we hope he may have help soon. We hope a married couple may be sent to us soon. Just as soon as we can get into the house we will tear down and rebuild it into a cook house, then next is a chapel and school rooms and O how badly we need them. 6 boys in school & all come into our dining room for school work - around our table. And when that’s finished Miss Simpson will need a house and then we want a girls house and a boys work shop. Then perhaps there wont be any more building to do and perhaps there will. But after we are in the house I hope J. will feel as tho’ he can go a little easier. It’s awful hard on him to work all day at heavy work. He could do it always until he was so sick at Kijabe but since then he has to take things a little slower or get so tired that he’s almost sick.

        Just heard a lion. It’s dark and kinda rainy and such nights sound travels well. Last night they were around all night. Miss Simpson feels quite safe in the tree house but am afraid she’d be pretty nervous in a house.

        We are expecting Mr. Hurlburt and Mr. Marshall from Chicago, any day. Mr. M. is making a study of the African Mission Fields. He was at Conference. Came there from Jerusalem where he had just buried his wife. He had had fever 6 times and was pretty bad off at Kijabe but gained strength and is traveling again. He is from Moody Institute.

        You both ask whether those “coon” pictures are natural. They are somewhat but one unnatural thing is their clothes. They have too many on. I’ll try to find a picture for you like I sent Alice the other day which shows darky styles out here.

        I just stopt to look at the pictures again. They are so fine. What is Charlie pointing at in the one. Bessie you look like a statue in the one with mama & papa. That must be good of them. I do hope we’ll get to see those rocks some day. You wait. “Every dog has his day”, we’ll have ours. Then you’ll see “Johnny (and his wife) come marching home”. We’d like to go by way of China. They’ve written so much about things there that of course we’d like to see them and how things are. I so often dream I’m there. Lions - lions - on all sides. Heard the hippo too as we came up from language study. He hasn’t done any damage in the garden for a long time tho’ he has a regular path thro’ it.

        Guess I didn’t tell you about the joke we got on ourselves as we came back from Kijabe. The men with the loads always hang back so we go ahead and get into camp as early as possible & let them come in when they like. This path was new to us so we managed to keep one fellow with us. He carried the box of food or chop box as it’s called here. The next to the last day out we came to two paths - one over the mountain the other around. The man knew the path well and didn’t stop at all but took the one over the hill. We made a very long trip that day walked until dark then got to the camping place and waited for porters with the tents. We got supper and ate it and made some big fires and then when 9 o’clock came and no porters we decided to go to sleep. J. and the man cut grass which we fixed into a bed & J. fixed branches around & over our heads to keep the dew and cold air off & built up a rousing fire on each side of us then tried to sleep. We hadn’t a thing to put over us and it was cold. We didn’t sleep before midnight and only by spells after - but we managed to rest a little until 3:30 then we got up & had breakfast and by 4:30 we were on the path. There was a good moon so we got along fine and at 5:30 the sky began to get a tiny glow & at 6 the sun was up. Well we got home that day about 2 P.M. O how tired & sleepy we were. And do you know we never saw our porters until the next day. They took the path around instead of over and they (the paths) didn’t meet again until almost here. They walked until 10 that night hoping to find us. but couldn’t. If Mr. Hurlburt ever hears of it he’ll say it’s good for John. Mr. H. always has all porters ahead but it’s an awful drag then. Porters always want to go behind & wont travel good ahead. It’s the first time we’ve ever been left. ‘Twas quite an experience for Miss Simpson. A hyena howled and she declared it must be a lion tho’ J. knew there were no lions or leopards there.

        But I must stop. J is asleep long ago. What can I send you people for Xmas? I have no new pictures for I’m waiting for the house to be finished first and I’ll not get any ready in time. Perhaps I’ll just have to send some pictures and if they get there late you’ll have to take the promise of them as your gift.

        With much love and good wishes,

        Yours in Africa

        Florence.

        Wish I could give you some roses or carnations for your Xmas table. I can’t find the picture like I sent Alice. If I ever do I’ll send it. Notice the new stamps - cents instead of annas.

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