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Day 3The men wer restles to get gowing and in gud spirits. It was a brite morning and we set owt with hope in owr harts. After not long at all, we fownd a hi hill and naymed it "Tow Hill" in memorie of the tow witch Benjamin Disraeli left up thare wen he aksidentlee set fyr to it. It was no good after that.
"Ofe! Pitch me my tent and fluff up my sleeping bag!"
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz Oh! I fergot to say! Today we fownd a new spessimin of flour - the qkeen will be pleesed! In best ecsplorer fashun, I hav carefullee scetched the spessimin and hav named it "flora Pinkus".
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