Viewing page 66 of 177

This transcription has been completed. Contact us with corrections.

22
they drank out of. Her lovely sturdy brown baby was kept in a big wooden box, with a dry quilt in the bottom. She fed him milk and bathed him a big basin beside the clay "stove". I wished for more Portuguese. I strongly suspect that she has somewhere been to a mission school. There were no images in the place now I recall, either. ¶ My cold was developing and I shivered all night. My blanket (now dry) had slipped half off the bed and poor old Antonio "borrowed" it, passing through from the kitchen - the outer door was from "our room". [[insertion]] (Nov 28) [[/insertion]] I waked and looked for my blanket in distress and shivered the rest of the night and had sore throat and cough worse by day break. We had come up from the cave campsite in one day, the men reaching this mud house the same day. Going back ought to be quicker and I was very anxious to reach Vinzente Barros and