1927 P.H. Barra de Santiago, Dept., Ahuachapan, Salvador extending down from branches at least fifty feet high. The mangroves themselves were a more or less tangled mass with large horizontal limbs reaching out through the foliage as much as one hundred feet. The high tide caught us for up in the channel and our pushing pole would not reach the bottom, thus we had a nice time dragging the old tub out by pulling on the limbs and roots that extended out over the water. Then to cap the climax, just as we got out where the wind hit us, I nearly "keeled over" and George had to get out and swim her into camp. This evening a boy brought us a Procyon which his dog killed in the mangroves. March 29, 1927 -- Sick March 30, 1927 -- Sick.