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[[left margin]] J [[/left margin]] Passed through Fond Verettes on the "main street" which is scarcely wide enough for me to pass. The houses are all open and have little besides food for sale, though I saw a sewing-machine. Yesterday when I came through in the afternoon there must have been several hundred people in town and curious no end!
Just below town it started rain again, though the word "raining" is an insult to the adequate manner in which it came down. I knew there was ford in about ten miles and was fearful that it might be too [[left margin]] G [[/left margin]] deep to cross after the rain. I picked up two samples of rock for Daddy along here, - I'll try not to lose data on them as [[left margin]] J [[/left margin]] I did so often in Jamaica. The stream was no deeper, thanks to the limestone that soaks up everything and there was no more excitement till I got to Fond Parisien, except for a continuous light rain. Two miles west of Fond Parisien I found myself on a stretch of road made by grading up a sticky dark brown clay. After the heavy rains (which apparently were quite general over the southern part of the country) it was so sticky that it clogged up between
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the wheels and fenders. I jumped off and pushed, leaving the motor running with the back wheel spinning. I finally got out fifty feet of new 3/8" rope and [[strikethrough]] would [[/strikethrough]] wound it round and round the back tire to act as a chain. It helped some and I was able to get past the worst of the mud. The rain had stopped now and as the clay dried a little it got stickier. It jammed the front wheel tight so that it skidded along without turning, and the same to the sidecar wheel. The back one dragged heavily but was kept free by the engine. After sometime I found I couldn't get on without help as the drag of the side-car pulled the front wheel around so that it headed across the road. So I walked back to Fond Parisien and presented my letter from Col. Calixte of the Guard. After some trouble they found a man who could read it (it is in French) but it took him several minutes to wade through its four lines! He spoke a very little English and I managed to tell him I was stuck two miles down the road and needed a man to push me. All three guards were pleasant and accompanied me, and as 
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