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89 [[in pencil]] April 1 1930 [[/in pencil]]
full of fears. I was repeatedly warned about onças. The fact that onças are more afraid of man than man of onças never occurs to them. I'm sorry to say I didn't see an onça but the men did yesterday- I was looking for grasses the other side of the machine. The onça was bounding away when they caught sight of it and stopped the car. They didn't get a shot at it, to my joy. The anteater, (of all things) tears a man to pieces, the cobras swallow him whole. I tried to tell José, who has been worried about my going far from [[torn corner]] car that I was not [[insert]] [afraid][[arrow]] [[/insert]] [[torn corner]] it