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Log Book:
Still climbing. I wish the sun would climb up and melt these homogeneous teddy-bears.
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Beside these grotesques in the fog, which we all remarked, there were recurrent mountains and valleys and countless landscapes amazingly realistic. Actually when land itself did appear we could not be sure that it was not an illusion too. It really took some moments to become convinced that it was reality.
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Log Book:
Slim has just changed bats in the flashlight hanging over the compass.
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The compass was hung rather low, so far from Bill’s eye that it was difficult to read its illuminated face. So Slim arranged a flash light focussed on it.