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

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flea-infested cave. I begged to go on but he said it would be dark before we were out of the matta. So there was nothing for it but to camp. While they were setting up camp under Mrs M's direction I tried to cross the stream alone on my wobbly legs and fell in, getting soaked nearly to the waist. The men made a fire and I huddled by it. They cut down two "palmettos", slender palms using the leaves to floor our tent. They heated water and I drank a lot of it and Mrs. M. somewhere found a bottle and filled it with hot water for me to hug. About dust while Mrs. M. was making our beds and I was trying to get warm by the fire with my blanket round me, the men brought us some cooked heart of [[vertical line in margin]] palmetto - perfectly delicious. Then we [[/margin]] went to bed. I had a hard time getting my breath and passed a miserable night, but it [[underlined]] didn't [[/underlined]] rain, and we got started by 7 or so in the morning. (Nov 29), reaching Vinzente Barros a little after 10. The horses now had to be sent for - we would have to wait till

Transcription Notes:
"dust" should read "dusk"