Item 01: Henry Weston Pryce diary, May 1916-ca. 1918 - Page 28
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[Page 28]
& Australian gums. Paw Paws grow like weeds.
One man died of exhaustion as result of march, one of snakebite, Bill Hillyer in Hosp. not exp. to live. Out of 1200 men only 40 of us were fools enough to march right up without a sleep on the track, but am not sorry as most of the others are suffering from sort of low fever from the exposure to the jungle mist. This place a nest of deadly snakes & brilliantly colored lizards. Spent part of day hunting fruit, snakes, monkeys etc., monk. is a simple proposition. You get some bananas & some whiskey, half peel the bs., soak in whiskey & drop at foot of tree in sight of a family of cousins. The winner of the ensuing race
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