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ad enough； so I went to my cabin to re…load my gun and my camera。 In three minutes I came out； and found the hippo still quiet。 Then he began to toss his head and I shot him again； to put him out of pain。 In return for which he rolled over into the water and got away。 I was mad。 Later saw four more。 Just at sunset while taking bath another was seen on shore。 We got within sixty yards of him and all of us missed him or at least did not hurt him。 He then trotted for the river with his head up and again I must have missed； although at one place he was but fifty yards away； when he entered the water； a hundred。 I stepped it off later in the sand。 I followed him up and hit him or some one of us hit him and he stood up on his hind legs。 But he put back to land for the third time。 Captain said wait until moon came out。 But though we hunted up to our waists saw none。 One came quite close at dinner。 Seven on the day。
CONGO RIVERMarch 1； 1907。 DEAR MOTHER：
I have been up the Congo as far as the Kasai river； and up that to a place called Dima。 There I found myself in a sort of cul de sac。 I found that the rubber plantations I had come to see； were nine days journey distant。 In this land where time and distance are so differently regarded than with us； a man tells you to go to Dima to see rubber。 He means after getting to Dima； you must catch a steamer that leaves every two weeks and travel for five days。 But he forgets that that fact is important to visitors。 As he is under contract to stay here three years； it does not much matter to him how he spends a month； or so。 Dima was two hundred yards square； and then the jungle。 In half an hour； I saw it all； and met every one in it。 They gave me a grand reception； but I could not spend ten days in Dima。 The only other thing I could do was to take a canoe to the Jesuit Mission where the Fathers promised me shooting； or； try to catch the boat back to England that stops at interesting ports。 Sooner than stop in Boma； I urged Cecil to take that boat。 So； if I catch it； we will return together。 It is a five weeks journey； and rather long to spend alone。 In any event my letters will go by a faster boat。 I have had a most wonderfully interesting visit； at least； to me。 I hope I can make it readable。 But； much of its pleasure was personal。
I have just had to stop writing this； for what when I get back to New York will seem a perfectly good reason for interrupting a letter to even you。 A large hippopotamus has just pushed past us with five baby hippos in front of her。 She is shoving them up stream； and the papa hippo is in the wake puffing and blowing。 They are very plenty here and on the way up stream； I saw a great many； and every morning and evening went hunting for them on shore。 I wanted the head of a hippopotamus awfully keenly for the farm。 But of the only two I saw on land； both got away from me。 I did not shoot at any I saw in the water； although the other idiot on board did； because if you kill them； you cannot recover them； and it seems most unsportsmanlike。 Besides； I was so grateful to them for being so proud and pompous； and real aristocrats dating back from the flood。 But I was terribly disappointed at losing both of those I saw on land。 One I dropped at the first shot； and the other I missed； as he was running； to get back into the water。 The one I shot； and that everyone thought was dead； AFTER THE 〃BOYS〃 BEGAN TO CUT HIM UP； decided he was not going to stand for that； and to our helpless dismay suddenly rolled himself into the water。 If that is not hard luck； I don't know it。 All I got was a bad photograph of him； and I had already decided where I would hang his head； and how much I would tip the crew for cutting him up。 It was a really wonderful journey。 I loved every minute of it and never was I in better health。
If I only could have known that you knew that I was all right； but instead you were worrying。 The nights were bright moonlight； and the days were beautiful； full of strange people and animals； birds and views。 We three sat in the little bridge of the tinpot boat； and smoked pipes and watched the great muddy river rushing between wonderful banks。 There was the Danish Captain； an Italian officer and the engineer was from Finland。 The Italian spoke French and the two others English； and I acted as interpreter！！ Can you imagine it？ I am now really a daring French linguist。 People who understand me； get quick promotion。 If I only could have been able to tell you all was well and not to be worried。 At Kwarmouth I have just received a wire from Cecil saying she expects to leave by the slow boat but will stay if I wish it。 So； now we can both go by the slow boat if I can catch it。 I hope so。 must have found Boma as bad as it looked。 God bless you all。
DICK。
On April 13； Richard was back in London and in his diary of that date he writes； 〃Never so glad to get anywhere。 Went to sleep to the music of motorcars。 Nothing ever made me feel so content and comfortable and secure as their ‘honk； honk。'〃
From diary of April 22nd； 1907。
A blackmailer named H called； with photos of atrocities and letters and films。 He wanted 30 Pounds for the lot。 I gave him 3 Pounds for three photos。 One letter he showed me signed Bullinger； an Englishman； said he had put the fear of God in their hearts by sticking up the chief's head on a pole； and saying； 〃Now； make rubber； or you will look like that。〃 Went to lunch with Pearson but it was the wrong day； and so missed getting a free feed。 Thinking he would turn up； I ordered a most expensive lunch。 I paid for it。 Evening went Patience； which liked immensely and then Duchess of Sutherland's party to Premiers。 Saw Churchill and each explained his share of the Real Soldiers row。
From diary of April 28th； 1907。
We went down by train to Cliveden going by Taplow to Maidenhead where Astor had sent his car to meet us。 It is a wonderful place and the view of the Thames is a beautiful one。 They had been making alterations； bathrooms； and putting white enamel tiles throughout the dungeons。 If Dukes lived no more comfortably than those who owned Cliveden； I am glad I was not a Duke。 What was most amusing was the servant's room which was quite as smart as any library or study； with fine paintings； arm chairs and writing material。 Nannie and Astor were exceedingly friendly and we walked all over the place。 It was good to get one's feet on turf again。 They sent us back by motor； so we arrived most comfortably。 I gave a dinner to the Hopes； Wyndham； Miss Mary Moore； Ashmead…Bartlett and Margaret。 Websters could not come。 Later； came on here； and had a chat； the Websters coming too。 I read Thaw trial。
Early in May Richard and his wife returned to Mount Kisco and my brother at once started in to change his farce 〃The Galloper〃 into a musical comedy。 It was produced on August 12； at the Astor Theatre； under the title of the 〃Yankee Tourist；〃 with Raymond Hitchcock as the star。 The following I quote from Richard's diary of that date：
Monday； August 12th； 1907。
Was to have lunched with Ned Stone but he was in court。 Met Whigham in street。 Impulsively asked him to lunch。 Ethel and Jack turned up at Martin's； asked them to lunch。 Ethel and I drove around town doing errands； mine being the purchase of tickets for numerous friends。 Called on Miss Trusdale to inquire about Harden…Hickey。 She wants her to go to the country。 Cecil arrived at six。 We had a suite of eighty…nine rooms。 We dined at Sherry's with Ethel and Jack； Ethel being host。 Taft was there。 Hottest night ever。 I sat with Jack。 In spite of weather； play went well。 Bonsals； Ethel； Arthur Brisbane were in Cecil's box。 Booth Tarkington in Irwin's。 Surprise of performance was 〃Hello； Bill〃 which Raymond had learned only that morning。 Helen Hale helped him greatly with dance。 People came to supper at Waldorf； and things went all wrong。 Next time I have a first Night I want no friends during or after。 Missed the executive ability of Charles Belmont greatly。
CHAPTER XVII A LONDON WINTER
From the fall of 1907 to that of 1908 Richard divided his time between Mount Kisco； Marion； and Cuba。 In December of 1908 he sailed for London where he took Turner the artist's old house in Chelsea for the winter。
Cheyne Walk； Chelsea。 December 25。 Christmas Day。 DEAR MOTHER：
We are settled here in Darkest Chelsea as though we had been born here。 I am thinking of putting in my time of exile by running for Mayor。 Meanwhile； it is a wonderful place in which to write the last chapters of 〃Once Upon a Time。〃 The house is quite wonderful。 In Spring and Summer it must be rarely beautiful。 It has trees in front and a yard and a garden and a squash court： a sort of tennis you play against the angles of walls covered smooth with cement。 Also a studio as large as a theatre。 Outside the trees beat on the windows and birds chirp there。 The river flows only forty feet away； with great brown barges on it； and gulls whimper and cry； and aeroplane all day。 I have a fine room； and about the only one you can keep as warm as toast SHOULD be； and in England never is。
Cecil has engaged a teac
