night hardly enter into your thinking except to re-
mind you that it is Saturday night-probably not one
in ten are connected at all with voodoo, if that many
-just a Saturday night dance. We do hear some
powerfully weird stories, usually about voodoo, that
are supposed to have happened recently, but by the
time you discredit them for the exaggeration and
effect of transmission changes due to the known
processes of gossip, there isn't too much truth left
to them. There are some stories vouched for by
friends of ours that will make the hair on your neck
stand up if they are told in a lonely house late at
night. They are the sort of thing that give tourists
a warped idea of the "wild and dangerous atmosphere
of Haiti." After you understand the people and their
customs you get used to them, and it means no more
to you than the customs and people that live next to
you in the States. After all, people are people the
world around. They may be different, but the dif-
ferences are not really so great nor so important as
the likenesses and similarities.
 The Bible school is really keeping us hopping.
The longer I teach, the more I realize the horrible
necessity of teaching the preachers the Bible and
doctrine. I'd like to teach them a course in logic
too if I thought it would do them any good. Some-
times I want to laugh, but so far I've been able to
restrain myself to a grin.
 Recently we took a little lunch and went with
two other missionary couples up into the mountains
to eat our dinner. It was nice and cool at an elevation
of almost 6,000 feet where we ate. It was lovely
there. There were some pine trees on the side of
the mountain (most of them have long since been
cut down) and they made us really nostalgic for
our California mountains. And the view, on one