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53 [[inserted in pencil]] April 1, 1930 [[/inserted]]
Ferry at São Lourenço Friday April 11
[[vertical blue line in left margin]] We left the fazenda where I was writing last, where I slept in the car again - after stepping into a train of army ants and having an awful time ridding myself of most of them with no place to undress, [[/blue line]] moonlight and the car close to the house full of men. The oxen pulled u[[strikeout]]p[[/strikeout]]s about half a kilometer, then we came under our own steam to this Rio. It took a long time to get the man to pay any attention to honks and pistol shots. Then he bailed the dugouts for half an hour or more. The ferry is a platform on 2 dugouts. [[strikeout]] Then [[/strikeout]] [[inserted]] Having crossed [[/inserted]] the men asked me to go on, they wanted to take a bath. I didn't blame them but asked them not to stop long. That