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[[margin, vertical line in blue pencil]] little, but I did enjoy the ride in spite of it. There is more cerrado 
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(open [[strikethrough]] low [[/strikethrough]] woods of small gnarled trees or with quite a bit of brush) than what I have known hitherto as campo. Trachypogan is dominant all the way across. I've marked 2 places to stop on way east, one confirming ^[[insertion]] a [[/insertion]] place chosen from Hoehne's map. Trains only run 3 times a weeks so there is no way of getting train out and back the same day, nor of walking from one station to another - stations are ^[[insertion]] mostly [[/insertion]] 40, 50 or more km apart.
[[blue pencil]] X [[/blue pencil]] The country is nearly level all the way across. We went from alt 313 m at Tres Lagoas to 500 something here, but so gradually as not to be noticable, like going west across Nebraska. There is considerable real matto (where I'll hope for Olyras) in places. - Feb 12. The Maxwells arrived yesterday, the train 7 hours late. We expect to leave by caminhão tomorrow morning "early".
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Matto Grasso has been yielding a pretty good harvest - but it is a strenuous life gath- [[/margin, vertical line in blue pencil]]

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ering it. Friday, the day I started this letter; I went north. The auto kept me waiting 15 minutes and then stuck in the mud 15 minutes after starting, so I went on afoot. Hoehne puts [[margin, vertical line in blue pencil]] 
north of Campo Grande down as "cerrado typico" It is brushy woods of low usually gnarled trees, the brush almost amounting to as dense a growth as chaparral in places. It makes pretty hard going with lots of thorny and catclaw things. 
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Saturday I struck out the Ry eastward, was caught in the rain 6 km out (I was on the way back) and was kindly given a ride on a handcar by a polite Brasilian. With the portfolio under my khaki skirt the plants did not get wet. Monday I set out as early as I could get cafe intending to walk 25 km to next station west, but about halfway I saw I wasn't going to make it by 3, the time the train passed there, unless I stuck to the railroad . So I gave it up, wandered out into the campo, the best campo I've seen here, and turned back when the Ry sign post showed I'd gone 14 km. I made a short cut across a loop of the ry coming home