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stove. It was drizzling when I set out this morning but cleared in a couple of hours. It is hard to dry driers (especially since I'm out all day!) When I got back today I spread driers on the cobblestones of the street in front and hired a boy who looked on for 100 reis (1 1/2 cent) to watch them. Chickens, cows and mules wander all over. I've the promise of another boy to carry my presses out to some rocks in the morning. I'll change and dry out there if the sun shines, which heaven grant. I'm short of paper for the day about Corintho and the day at Buritys and I brought a whole package and a day's supply in the portfolio besides, and I've just made slips out of a worn genus cover - and I'm almost out of clean clothes. ΒΆ In some places the rocks are weathered in wierd shapes, reminding [[margin, vertical line in blue]] me of the "Hoodoos" in Yellowstone, white like them, too. And the vegetation is weird, too, just there. It is a glowing flower garden nearly everywhere - and think of Pasp splendens, tossing its silver banners and the golden Mesosetum ferrugineum swaying in the wind together and Trachypogon and other beautiful grasses in sight all day. [[/margin]] Best wishes AC
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Paspalum splendens
