with me. When we arrived in the station the preacher
hurried around to my window and explained in low
tones that we weren't going to have a baptismal serv-
ice. He mumbled something about heavy rains in
the mountains and the people not being able to come
down, and besides they hadn't had money to get
baptismal robes and decent clothes to be baptized
in. Well, I was kind of relieved because I've still got
this cold; but I was also put out a little because we
had planned this several weeks ago and he could have
sent word that plans were postponed. I guess we'll
have to make some baptismal robes to have on hand.
I told him I'd bring some used clothes for the people
and we made plans to have it the second Sunday in
September. We plan to take our vacation in August.
 For the 4th, we planned a missionary picnic, and
about a dozen of us went up into the mountains and
had a real picnic lunch (including corn on the cob)
right in the middle of a grove of pine trees. I think
everyone enjoyed it to the full-and I mean to the
full. We really ate, and just as we were getting the
last mouthfuls it started raining. By the time we
got things into the car everyone was a little wet, but
we still had the holiday spirit. We all went home,
and at about 6:00 in the afternoon we started meeting
at the home of the American ambassador where all
the Americans are invited every 4th. We finally per-
suaded a waiter to take back his tray full of glasses
of rum and soda and bring us missionaries some plain,
unadulterated coke. That was a job. He didn't want
to believe us. But it was a very interesting evening
nevertheless. We got to meet a lot of people for the
first time and made some contacts that will no doubt
be valuable in the future.
 More and more we are getting a burden for these
fellow Americans down here. We've had a chance
to talk to a few about the Lord, but we'd like to