19 NOVEMBER 1937, page 14

West Highland Interlude

By L. A. G. STRONG T HE rain had lifted, and everything was still. The sea was pale as a sheet. Grey rain-clouds hung like shawls over the islands, and drew their fringes softly......

Ecuador Head-pedlars

By SYBIL VINCENT " E XPLORERS in Ecuador never vanish," everyone tells you in Quito, " they just disappear for a time and then they return as shrunken heads to be sold to the......