We got off the boat at one village and the children were lined up on the dock and as we went through them, they sang to us. Sister Whitehead cried.
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- Free at last
- Singing children
- A real dugout
- Dugouts
- Waiting, and more waiting
- new born kits
- Up the lazy river
- What a jungle
- Sunrise on the river
- Flying kites
- What is this?
- Cute baby
- Typical hut for the Amerindians
- More huts
- Baby birds
- Some toilet eh!
- Cooking casava
- Let's go camping
- Don't get sick
- Our plane
- Jungle below
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