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me be one of the biggest things I have ever known. 

 With the boys cutting, digging and pushing John 

 reached us on the second night, with the top nearly 

 off the car, boxes ripped off by the trees, front mud- 

 guard badly dented and one canopy stanchion torn 

 off, but with the car in good running order. John 

 had had almost nothing to eat and was covered with 

 grease and dirt. His porters were all in. 



During this time Osa and I were the most miserable 

 couple on earth. At nights Osa was out of her head 

 and I thought she would die any time. John kept 

 hot water bottles going and hot whiskey. The only 

 medicine I had was aspirin, which was not what 

 I needed. 



John arrived about nine o'clock at night. In the 

 morning he and the boys made up a bed for Osa 

 and me in the back of the car. We set off down the 

 mountain on a wild trip. Before that we sent off 

 boys in relays so we could pick them up at bad places 

 to push. We also had ten boys riding on the sides of 

 the car. We left posho and many other things 

 behind. 



The descent was awfully bumpy. We had to get 

 out of the car about eight times at bad places. This 

 was the worst to us. If the reader has ever seen 

 anyone with pneumonia he will know what it was 

 like to have to take poor Osa out of the car at a time 

 like this. But we had to do it because there were 



