85* or 90 every afternoon. Every afternoon and
evening I usually perspire very freely whether I
move or not. But we don't feel it too badly.
 Our trip out to the country on Tuesday was very
interesting. When we got to the "habitation" (rough-
ly equivalent to "ranch" or "homestead"-meaning
an inherited family plot of land) we were going to
get some horses and go up into the small mountains
close by. Finding no horses, we made it on foot to
the "ranch house" (just an ordinary country mud
house) where we got one of the "hands" to guide
us up into the mountains. The "guide" was manag-
ing a crude sugar cane press when we arrived and
quit his work to go with us. The press was very in-
teresting, horses going round and round to turn
the wooden gears and drums in the center between
which the stalks of cane were directed. That part
of Haiti wasn't so tropical, somewhat like a slightly
wetter California with the richest soil I've ever seen.
They farm mountains that slope at about a 30 or
450 angle, and sometimes steeper. Along the way,
our path went through a dry stream bed (about
four feet deep in the rich soil) with over a half
dozen kinds of ferns growing on the vertical banks
(including two types of maiden hair fern) with trees
overshading the whole. That was very beautiful.
There was also wild ginger growing in some places
and that "plant of life" that sprouts plants from a
leaf so easily and has the funny kind of straw colored
flowers on a stalk-we used to have it. Everywhere
in Haiti-just about-you find occasional mango
trees, avacados and calabashes (which have a fruit
like a gourd which is used for water and other things
like the American Indians used them). Somewhere
along the way I scratched my arms with some plant
that made me break out with this "poison oak" the
next day.