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of torture I ever endured. We reached the river about 2. I had stopped to collect only a few times for the grasses were the same as a whole as I'd had all the way from Campo Grande. The woods on the river margins were "devastado," and I only found a few things, Olyra glaberrima, Panicum pantrichum and an allied species, Oplismenus and a couple of ferns for Mr. Maxon. I wanted to start off and walk most of the way back, but Ligia is 16 and in Brasil it would never do to leave

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the young  ones alone to eat their lunch and follow. Esthon swapped horses with me and I rode back in [[underlined]] relative [[/underlined]] ease. I noted that he rode most of the time with his feet out of the terrible stirrups, which were on a broad strap that turned one's feet [[underlined]] in. [[/underlined]] It was about 8:30 when we got back. This 24 mile ride is probably the longest I've ever had ^[[insertion]] in one day [[/insertion]]. Esthon's horse had an easy gait. The land is full of cattle. Whenever we approached