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My idea of following a trail is to keep in sight of the men ahead. I am as afraid of losing the trail as Mrs. M is of going hungry, and was scared several times when the men were too far away to answer shouts. Mrs. M. had no nervousness in the matter. When we reached the bamboo zone my heart rejoiced for [[vertical line in margin]] that meant the campo soon. But this was really the hardest part of all for it was terribly steep, the bamboo (Chusquea trinii) tripped and caught us and [[/margin]]showered us with water, though it had stopped raining - and hope deferred maketh the heart sick - it was up and up and up, stumbling and crawling for an eternity. My knees got so wobbly I almost went on all fours, my big knife serving as a good claw on one front foot. Mrs. M. lagged more and more to my dismay, but at last about 3:30 we struggled out of the bamboo and saw the men resting

Transcription Notes:
Chusquea trinii now called: Guadua trinii