Thursday, July 10, 2003

Chap 13, part 11.b
I now took a good look at the native's chopper and my hopes soared. The metal blade had been the tongue of a white man's wood plane. We were getting closer to civilization.

Our new friends appeared to be in a great hurry to get somewhere. They were assisting DeAngelis and carrying JImmy out to the canoe. They made me understand that we were to go with them to their village. Johnny and Jimmy were stretched out on mats across the connecting supports between teh canoe and the outrigger float. I got back into the raft and we were on our way - again at what seemed reckless speed.

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