time for the radio his wife, June, called out from the kitchen, and he went “Don, it’s call,” to the shortwave radio with which he kept in contact with the other mission stations. Perhaps another station would have spare fuel he could use. But all the other stations were facing the same problem, since they all depended on the quota in the city for fuel. Don decided to see if he could find fuel in other places. He drove to mining headquarters twenty-five miles away. When Don explained the situation to the manager, he said, am sorry, “I but our mine quota for fuel is only enough for our operations. We help Don then tried can’t you.” the construction company that had built the buildings at the station, but to no avail. He went to the merchants, but found that they were operating on stolen fuel. Don drove back to the station pondering the decision. He would either have to close the station down, keep it open and risk the health of the people as they went to the river for water, or buy diesel fuel he knew had been stolen. As he drove up to the house, Ngoy was waiting. did you find any diesel “Bwana, fuel?” Ngoy, I he answered. “No, haven’t,” do you want me to get some fuel from the young men in the Ngoy “Bwana, village?” asked. Don thought a moment and said ....
“Don, it’s time for the radio call,” his wife, June, called out from the kitchen, and he went to the shortwave radio with which he kept in contact with the other mission stations. Perhaps another station would have spare fuel he could use. But all the other stations were facing the same problem, since they all depended on the quota in the city for fuel. Don decided to see if he could find fuel in other places. He drove to mining headquarters twenty-five miles away. When Don explained the situation to the manager, he said, “I am sorry, but our mine quota for fuel is only enough for our operations. We can’t help you.” Don then tried the construction company that had built the buildings at the station, but to no avail. He went to the merchants, but found that they were operating on stolen fuel. Don drove back to the station pondering the decision. He would either have to close the station down, keep it open and risk the health of the people as they went to the river for water, or buy diesel fuel he knew had been stolen. As he drove up to the house, Ngoy was waiting. “Bwana, did you find any diesel fuel?” “No, Ngoy, I haven’t,” he answered. “Bwana, do you want me to get some fuel from the young men in the village?” Ngoy asked. Don thought a moment and said ....
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