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very intelligent. In afternoon I went botanizing, got Panicum pantrichum (chiriquense) again and 
some other Panicums, not much in all. We 
were to leave early next morning with 4 
men, a guide and 3 others, one Antonio Timalhao de Cunha in charge, a man of confiança being god father of the Syrian's children! We got off on mule back with one pack mule at 12:30! * Stopped about 4:30 at the house of Vinzento Barros, with a fearfully dirty Italian wife. She ^[[insertion]] let us hang our wet things in the kitchen, it was raining of course [[/insertion]] gave us hot milk and we made 
a good meal from our own supplies. [We 
brought 3 long loaves of bread, 4 cans sardines, 1 Minas cheese, about 2 lbs, 1 small roast chicken, 6 hard boiled eggs, rice ^[[insertion]] about [[/insertion]] 1 lb, beans very dirty same, ^[[insertion]] large can of olives, [[/insertion]] sugar, salt, coffee, mate (Paraguay tea) matches, 
candles, a large tin box of crackers and a tin of gelade de abacaxi (pineapple) the last two I [[insertion]] had [[/insertion]] bought in Rio. The rice and beans, salt 
etc I protested against, I knew there would 
be no time to cook them, but Mrs. M. is 
terribly afraid of going hungry. The men 
took their own food and we finally gave 
them the rice and beans, the coffee, salt and sugar got wet and melted - I had not wanted the cafe. Oh, yes Mrs. M. had bought some
[[left margin, written vertically, bottom to top]]* In crossing the river, twice, our pack mule's paniers got into the water. "Our driers" I thought in dismay, "Our food is soaked" Mrs. M. wailed. But food didn't get wet. [[/left margin]]