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

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not camp out again. Mrs. M. prefers outdoors to native huts. We had everything packed and ready by 7 and after listening to the men arguing for half an hour we set off up the trail. When the trail forked, one going toward Ponto Crystal, where Miss Rolfs and I had gone, the other to the right, we stopped and waited. The men didn't come and Mrs. M. took the Ponto Crystal trail. She was a long way off when our host appeared on horse back and motioned to the other trail. He was able to make her hear, and lent her his horse to climb the long steep hill. She offered to let me ride part of the time but I was anxious to have her keep up going down so we wouldn't have to camp out. (It isn't that I like flea-infested native houses, but my bedding wasn't half enough to keep me reasonably warm. [[insertion]] When we were [[/insertion]] over the big hill the man took his horse and left and we climbed down and up and down the rocky campo, collecting some, to where we had left the tent. | Pico da Bandeira stood out gloriously