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

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down by the edge of the tent and about 1 o'clock stripped again and got into the relatively dry clothes, sat on our bed rolls and, after eating a bite, started on the plants. We were just well under way when we heard the shout of the men. They had come to take us to the caseta. They wouldn't wait for us to put plants in [[vertical line in margin]] press. We had made all that effort to get plants and neither of us wanted to abandon them - we were in perfect accord. They said the rains would have raised the rivers, we couldn't go back [[/margin]] next day as we had planned - we had crossed Rio Caparaó ^[[insertion]] twice [[/insertion]] on rocks and poles with aid of a hand of a man - [[circled text, with arrow to include this in previous insertion]] coming up [[/circled]] - the men were all barefoot. All right we would go to the caseta the next morning early, but would remain in the tent that night. The [[vertical line in margin]] guide got excited and said we might lose our lives - but what is life without [[/margin]]