Dear George,
Tell Bob I looked very carefully for the equator but couldn't find it. However, when we got over the Amazon River (that river is so wide at it's mouth that people in a boat in the middle of it can not see either bank), I knew we'd passed it. We spent the night in a brick shed in Brazil. Strange as it seems, you can get better coffee, bananas, oranges, etc in New York than you can down here where they are grown. Naturally, the best is shipped, the culls stay home.
Down here near the equator you'd think we's suffer with the heat. Actually we have our field jackets and even with that, I'm chilly. The only thing hot here are the sunshine and the drinking water.
Looking down on the woods and fields from this elevation, the country is very similar to that at home. Roads, of course are dirt surfaced and buildings few.
Tonight we expect to leave South America and head out over the Atlantic Ocean. All morning we've been passing over dried out fields and woods. You see down here its't the winter season. Altho it is too close to the equator for snow the seasons do show a change.
Now we are passing over a solid shelf of fleecy, white, clouds. Above the sky is as clear and blue as can be. Now we are going down through the clouds so that we can see the ground. It's getting quite bumpy. We must be getting near the easternmost part of South America.
I'd like to write more before mailing this, but if I don't send it now, you'll wait a long time for it.
Be a good boy,
Love,
Daddy
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