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I'm writing by light of a taper in a [[insertion]] ^ little [[/insertion]] bottle of kerosene, no chimney.  To go back to Bonito. "Bonito" consists of some 6 or 7 mud huts widely separated and one decent looking house.  When we stopped at a mud hut I asked if we couldn't go on to the house.  Jose said something - all I understood was "não vondade" so I suppose the people in the house were not willing to take in transients.  I slept

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in the car again to the horror of the man and woman.  I explained it was a custom of my country for people to sleep outdoors.  A [[underline]] custom [[/underline]] receives some respect, however queer.  Everyone seems to be so concerned because I'm not afraid of walking across the campo or cerrado alone.  Jose told [[/left margin, blue vertical line]] them, as one might of a child bent on breaking his neck, that I went [[underline]] "dois [[/underline]] (2) kilometers ahead of the car.  They