Viewing page 68 of 177

This transcription has been completed. Contact us with corrections.

24
[[vertical line in margin]] in the sunlight, we hadn't seen it before, though it towered over our camp. [[/margin]] The herdsman at the hut said it could be climbed on horseback, he had taken his wife up. These people live near Caparaó, Minas, and had come up for the summer grazing. I wish we could have climbed the peak, but neither of us was now fit to do it on foot, and we had no horses. After taking down the tent and hunting for lost articles we started on, I going top speed and Mrs. M. lagging. ^[[insertion]] When she caught up and we entered the bamboo zone it was 10:30. [[/insertion]] I had fallen and struck my hip on a rock, [[strikethrough]] so [[/strikethrough]] [[insertion]] and [[/insertion]] that added to the difficulty of the descent - you know how you slip and slide down a steep trail tangled in bamboo, wet shoes hurting worse every minute. [[vertical line in margin]] I collected a pretty Festuca, several Panicums, [[insertion]] new [[/insertion]] Ichnanthus, and a lot of ferns for Mrs. M. [[/margin]] - still trying to speed her up, but to no effect. The river was [[vertical line in margin]] higher than when we came up. The guide felled trees to make [[strikethrough]] bridge [[/strikethrough]] foot logs for us. [[/margin]] I had lost my voice by this time [[vertical line in margin]] and the guide did try to speed things up, but it was after 4 when we reached the [[/margin]]