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to get out the camera and tripod and yesterday we [[underline]] did [[/underline]] hurry, making in one day what had taken two going. About sun-up the car stuck in the mud crossing a varzea (marsh). Jose said the sun in his eyes had made him run into this bad spot. We had dropped the second man, to my relief, at Jatahy, so when Jose had found pieces of logs and a plank (these things seem always to be around somewhere near the worst places) [[strikethrough]] and [[/strikethrough]] to lift the ^ [[insertion]] back [[/insertion]] wheel I helped
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by sitting on the end of the plank and pulling for all I was worth on clumps of grass to hold myself down. José said something about my not being pesado. I'm quite a bit lighter than when I started this trip, I think. If a woman wants to "reduce" she can do so by botanizing in the far sertão of Brasil. The lever was [[strikethrough]] was [[/strikethrough]] too short, really. But he finally got enough grass stuffed below to try to pull out. The wheels whirred but did not go forward. Then I pushed as I had seen the man do, and to my surprise and