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entering wedge, and during this time- a week or ten days. I was reduced to corn meal, made in as many ways as I was ingenious enough to prepare it:- with salt & water. My bill of fare read somewhat like this. [[strikethrough]] Morning, corn bread, and apple sauce (without sugar) [[/strikethrough]]

Morning, corn bread, and apple sauce (without sugar)
Noon, apple sauce, & corn bread
Night corn mush, and apple sauce-

I might change the as I liked or fry the mush if I wished, but at least I never had to be in a quandry [[quandary]] what I should have for the next meal. It was to be corn meal until I got some work. There was one oasis in this "corn meal desert"--when I [[strikethrough]] got [[/strikethrough]] was invited to dinner by my afterwards dear friends the Cliffords. They no doubt thought the mountain air had had a marvelous effect on my appetite, and did not and do not to this day (Imagine) suspect that it was not only the mountains but the "benefits" of my "corn meal regime" that had added so much to my appreciation. I at last secured an order to photograph a small cottage, and in twenty four hours, I had the money on "my inside pocket.

I made photos of the whole immediate region, a most lovely country and as no photographer had even visited it before, they were a success, and my hard times,--very hard times, vanished as the mountain mists do before the sun. 
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