I'm taking a trip with E- in the camionn" [bus]
to Gonaives this week end. I need to go up there
for the sake of the morale of the people who have
been suffering from the group who have told them
that we were not going to stay in Haiti but were
going back to the United States and other stories.
The camionn" is a truck with benches built on it
and a roof. They are usually gaily painted with fancy
lettering for the name and destination of the bus.
But, my aching clavicle! and it will be aching by
the time we get to Gonaives. We will have several
services on Sunday, including a baptismal service,
and return early Monday morning (about two or
three), arriving in P.-au-P. about dawn (six or
seven). That's when I'll have circles under the circles
under my eyes. But I am anxious to make the trip.
I will be able to meet several preachers who could
not get down here for the preachers' conference last
month, as well as seeing the situation up there.
 I'll take some chocolate bars with me and some
dysentery pills, drink only bottled pop or cocoanut
milk, and take a shot of adrenaline before each meal!
Really, I don't think it will be so bad-it will be
quite an adventure. I hope to get some good pictures.
 Our dawg is quite a puppy. Sometimes we think
he's learning to be housebroken, and then sometimes
-well he's just a little puppy. But he's doing better,
we think. But he's awfully cute. Can he ever use
his eyes! And his tail gets a continuous workout.
He has a few destructive tendencies. Our servant
girl brought us some cannas to plant and we left
them under the faucet until I could get them into
the ground. Well, Toby makes the great discovery
and, whammo, he latches onto a nice juicy fat canna
and begins stripping the leaves down. It probably
would have been okay for him if he didn't get caught,
but the silly little puppy brings the thing he's chew-