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raining.  It is past the rainy season now, but I seem to be a rain maker.  Those awful Goyaz roads are to be crossed [[blue pencil line at left]] yet. - A green and black humming bird is darting about a colony of red flowers on the wet bank. - I often [[end blue pencil line]] think how good it will be to get on board ship, have [[underline]] enough [[/underline]] water to bathe, running water for my teeth, enough water to drink, and good things to eat, as well as a clean bed, and no mud anywhere.  I'm not going to be seasick this time. I'm going to stay well and enjoy it all.  I keep thinking of milk-toast and such for breakfast.  I dreamed of a big loaf of graham bread, could smell it.  Some one was slicing it - and there I waked - cruel awakening.  Another woman is leaning over me.  These people seem to be a mixture of Indian and negro, as is Jose with white added, about half, I'd guess.  The aquiline nose of the Indian seems to be a "dominant"