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! WANDERLUST IN WOMENilRLOUPIS'fjl-BirinisnoichI;kJilOiryg::iitICOLk,nilttJiOLOtnyi;itop-t,hi-■veillx-£SU1‘-ysr-nlisI’Ll-'idkS-llOrkidJ‘S10toIS.iasic,ieinniffG-d.otintliidr-y111Lilt■hIdJoADVENTURE SEEKERSJi/if4triintlihilofrfix'sts.rWanderlust, that burning plague and craving desire to follow the sun, to go throiuih life without n set puruose, tau be under stood in tlio e;uso of a man. Every youth is instilled with n desire to wander in sea roll of distant horizons. 15lit what can it bo that causes women lo roam iar a field. Lo shun society, pretty clothes, tu live iu isolated regions without the little com-torts and luxuries that constitutecivilised life?J. have crusscd paths with them* these modern feminine Ciusoes of today. iu the remotest corners of the world, writes Arthur F. Kane in the : Cape Times.1They are divided into several arouDV There is the inntronly type, often financially independent iiud getting on in hi years, who dons the world in true tour ist fashion. There are the im livid unis given over to pedagogies. For ninemonths out of the year they teach tlm“three Us,” lmng a frugal and thrift' existence, with the thought of bios soming forth during the vacation mouth* bound for distant shores.Then the nuns, missionaries, and the nurses who tuck theni.seIves away in the most hidden, often fever-ridden corners of the world, to preach the gospel and to succour the ill.Frequently the profession* of a husband is ihidcause of a woman wandering far from civilisation. An outstanding illustration is Mrs Martin John son. For sixteen years her home wa:, con lined within the lour flapping walls nf weather-beaten and sun-stained3°apntatostithunWitilt;t-abuto-vhhe1*0]siltents. Borneo knows her, for nine years she flt; housed n in canvas in tb« I Iint 4witostcOilwlVOdiiroihek*ioillotSouth Sea Islands—benches of powdery I tei white sand, shimmering palms, and ' glorious sunsets so romantic in word und picture, and often such miserable j p lures in actuality.Of late years Central Africa was captivated by her charms and winning personality, Sim and her husband have li lined Africa in sill its ram i/i cations.When I chatted with her shortly before she and her husband left for America some time ago, she remarked that it ivas with genuine pangs of remorse that she realised that her days of African solitude were coming to an end. Shi? dreaded the thought of returning tcp civilisation where one must adhere tu - con volitions.“ Africa,” she said, “ makes a woman a confidante and an inseparable companion lo a husband. On occasional visits to America J am always bewildered when I lean; of our friends who are either divorced or are contemplating separation; it * corns such a remote subject to dwell on.” She* revealed to mo that 111 nvyr twenty years nf their happy wedlock, seldom was she separated from her husband always accompanying him on his most arduous and hazardous expeditions.Mrs A. Gatti, the wife of the lam »us Commander Gatti, an authority on the denizens and animals of the unbounded equatorial forest in the Belgian Congo, is another individual tllat has thrown herself wholeheartedly intoHie chosen work of her husband.What a pleasant surprise wc gotwhen my party, ” trekking ” far from the? beaten trails, paid them a visit!;{\ \ After hours of difficult going we came ?r I to a dealing hacked out of the jungle; a small vegetable garden and neatly arranged flower beds spoke immediately of the presence of a woman in camp.A gurgling stream formed the boundary on one side, a semi-circle of tents the others, the interiors of which were as orderly as the rooms of a well-kept home.Hubu('Clbo 1so 1trcduhalasts'st;:cviailUnbciTrhit:o11-sh1-itit53die211-itr-•einAm■d;n■yin:ot-U*t}, ‘j %■ 0I i 1 )inrfuiarcRpi1•yititas spl as stCWil 110] Til.qu:Mrs Gatti stepped from her tent us dressed in smartly-tailored jungle togs of bush shirt and shorts, with her ctirked helmet tipped at a rakish angle which gave her tall figure just the final touch. Without reserve she fell into the jargon of the jungle, which centred on the feverish hunt for the iniicli-snught-after and elusive okapi, one of tho lesser-known animals of Africa. Ono would never have guessed that she was a newcomer to Africa.It was 111 the Dutch Fast Indies that I first met Tonya Hose—a frail littlo woman of slight build and middle age.She was studying folklore and native theatricals and dances. Nightly she [ nit would wander about the villages in Sumatra, later in Java and Bali, unafraid, with a pocket torch and a writing pad. Untiringly she would watch the actors; every movement would be noted, and often Hie performances lasted until 4 or 5 in the morning.ft is not always to Africa or the jungle that women go to sate their appetites for adventure. In the case with Rosita Forbes, variety is the spice of life and the trackless deserts hold a magic fascination.thibel,1J3gn:a 1mafiCSwedmAboiCM Iam11 O'A DESERT DRAMA.Ul£waAs€01intinofhe:pk: ve 1 he]
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Clyde Dunstan Times
Clyde, South Island, NZ
Mon, May 06, 1935
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