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On the following morning -- November 21 -- as soon as breakfast was over, the doctor and myself started for the shore. In view of the rough climbing before us we did not burden ourselves with much baggage, but set forth in light marching order. We dispensed with blankets, and, in addition to the somewhat scanty clothing we had on, we carried merely provisions for three days, consisting of some ship's biscuit, a few strips of Brazilian ch'arki or jerked beef -- rather rank -- some dried figs, a flask of rum, a tin bottle to hold water, one pannikin, tobacco, pipes, and matches.
We could see from the deck that there was considerable surf on the beach, and it was evident that we should not find the landing at the pier to be so easy a matter as it often is.