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33 Apr 1, 1930 of this slope. Farther along I scrambled down again, using the bed of a rivulet for trail, but the river had turned. I got to water's edge, but falls were not in sight, only whirling water below. There was a house and sawmill where I first went down, the approach to the jungly slope a filthy stretch of manure and weeds. There was no trail down. All this beauty has no attraction or interest for these people. Later from higher campo I got a partial view, but nowhere is there