by sprinkling the flour inside a tin ring that may
have come off the top of a coffee can or something;
another lady was stacking up the cooked cakes and
selling them to passers-by. We like them toasted
with some butter on them. Every once in a while
we were passed by women going to market in town
with baskets of mangos and vegetables balanced on
their heads and going in the opposite way were men
on their way home or to the fields to work. In the
country most of the peasants are very polite and will
talk with you and answer your questions. They get
a big kick out of any white person who can talk
Creole with them. The whole area was very cool
and refreshing with a nice cool stream and many
tall trees shading-nice place for a picnic.
 Sunday we had a nice if tiring morning holding
two services at two stations about 25 miles from here.
They were up north. In getting to one place we had
to follow a footpath making our own road [for the
jeep]. It is right in the middle of a big banana patch.
The other place had a terrible road with the arbor
for the church situated on a bank of a stream. (Not
as idyllic as one may imagine it-streams are all
muddy here, and there are people living everywhere.
The more we travel in the country, the more we are
amazed at how populated the place is. We have read
that Haiti is overpopulated, but now we have seen
it.)
 We gave E-- the shock of his life on the way
 home Sunday. We told him that we had worked
 our own way through college and seminary without
 a single cent of help from the General Board of the
 Church of the Nazarene. He thought that we had
 received a regular monthly salary from the church
 all the time. He has been hoping to go to the Colored
 Bible Institute in West Virginia, and we had the
 task of telling him that if he went he would have to