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in the "porcaria" where I first slept in the automobile.
There has not been much to collect on this return journey through Goyaz. I got everything I saw going west, and there has been no time to get off and explore places. From here east we follow the auto road, bad enough, but nothing like so bad as the ox road. [[paragraph symbol]] We saw deer [[vertical blue lines in left margin]] yesterday and today several times, today two half grown ones. In spite of the need [[/blue lines]]
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to hurry José has to stop and shoot at them. When I protested he said he wanted the senhora to have a hide to take to North America (^ [[inserted]] story [[/inserted]] made up on the instant, doubtless) but I told him I wouldn't take one. He has never hit anything, so I'm not greatly worried any more. But the deer have so little sense They stand and [[underline]] look [[/underline]] when they ought to be running. Today while walking on ahead while water and gasoline [[vertical blue line in left margin]] were being filled up I came across a deer quite close. It ran a little then turned [[/blue line]]