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81 [[in pencil]]April, 193[[/in pencil--page torn, obscuring last number]]
and bread and [[underlined]]butter[[/underlined]] in the morning. We had waffles, the nurse of the mission, who let me share her room, having gotten up very early to prepare this treat. They asked if I would stop for morning devotions. I said I would, I'd let the men wait for me for once. But I was mistaken. Ten minutes later I couldn't find them, honked the horn and finally located them in a house up the road. In a moment they'd come. There and at the ferry, stopping to talk again after the ferry and planks were in position they wasted more than