RATHER STIFF-JOINTED but very, very glad to be back, we jumped ashore from the small boat that had brought us the last miles along Lake Tanganyika. An April storm threatened, and we hurried to stow our luggage and equipment under canvas at the old familiar lakeside camp.
With a sudden rush the tropical rain poured down. We were just moving everything out of the way of water that streamed through a tear in the tent, when my husband Hugo gripped my arm and pointed.
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