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

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sugar and cinnamon in it. They had put two thin mattresses on the platform and [[underlined]] sheets [[underlined]] and some covers. We added my poncho and wet blanket, and in nearly dry night clothes ^[[insertion]] we [[/insertion]] crept in. 
^[[/insertion]] a hen was sitting under the bed. [[/insertion]]
I had been wearing my new all-wool sleeveless sweater for an undershirt - it saved my life.  With the big sweater around my legs, my feet in its sleeves, I got warm [[vertical line in margin]] at last, and slept. I had scarcely slept at all the nights we camped. We waked (Nov 27) to see the [[underlined]] sun [[/underlined]] shining through [[/margin]] the roof, blessed sight. We spread all our belongings out in the blessed sun, [[insertion]] > swollen rivers [[/insertion]] I went down to the stream and pounded rocks with some of our clothes (that's the proper way to wash clothes in Brazil). I didn't wash the khaki because I wanted to wear it. As soon as it was fairly dried out I got into it and my shoes and started back the old trail Miss Rolfs and I had come, wanting to find that [[underlined]] little [[/underlined]]