The first clay's journey came to an end at sunset. Sambo chose a nice quiet spot where they could make a camp for the night, and the chums climbed out of the boat and scrambled ashore. You may imagine that Gwen had a good look to see that there were no unwelcome visitors about. But all was very silent. “I was beginning to wonder if there was a vacant spot in the whole of Africa,' she said. “Weil, this seems quiet enough,” said Richard.
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Nelson Evening Mail, Volume LXXI, 20 November 1937, Page 13
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84The first clay's journey came to an end at sunset. Sambo chose a nice quiet spot where they could make a camp for the night, and the chums climbed out of the boat and scrambled ashore. You may imagine that Gwen had a good look to see that there were no unwelcome visitors about. But all was very silent. “I was beginning to wonder if there was a vacant spot in the whole of Africa,' she said. “Weil, this seems quiet enough,” said Richard. Nelson Evening Mail, Volume LXXI, 20 November 1937, Page 13
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