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[[in pencil]] Nov 19, 1929 [[/pencil]]

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[[vertical line in margin]] blow like fury, we were on an exposed shoulder of the mountain. We were afraid the tent would "come down. Then I noticed the firelight seemed very bright and I got into shoes and soaked raincoat, (shedding my dry sleeping garment) and got out to investigate. It was a beautiful fire but was too ardent to be safe in such a wind with all the brush I'd broken and piled near by for firewood, so I dug [[strikethrough]] the [[/strikethrough]] clumps of mud and grass and threw on it, pulled out the biggest log and beat the fire out and finally left a little smouldering fire that I [[underlined]] hoped [[/underlined]] would be alive in the morning - it wasn't. Mrs. M. got out later to refasten the poncho to the end of the tent, so we both had a great night of it. The men were to come back in the morning and take us and our stuff on to the caseta, but it rained unceasingly and they did not show up. [[strikethrough]] I tried to [[/strikethrough]] We got into our