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29     April 1, 1930

all into fresh papers, feeling awfully blue over the run of bad luck.  Things have refused to dry, though I managed to change all once, mostly twice a day.  It rained every day till Friday and every night till Thursday (my night in the car).  And from what I could see of Araguaya it was pretty hopeless.  Also I was desperately hungry.  Café was café only, no milk, no bread.  I had eaten 2 oranges but they weren't very filling.  When café is café only almoca is mostly about 10 or 10:30, but it was 12 here at Sta Rita.  After rice and beans I set out