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[[pre-printed]] Saturday, October 19, 1907 [[pre-printed]]
Absolutely the only thing today that I did to earn my precious salary was to indite an eight word cable to New York. I really must have those [[insert]] ^bally [[/insert]] clarks to take over some of the detail of this office, or I will be a physical wreck from overwork before the month is out.
Davidass is going tomorrow if he can find room on the P. & O. mail due here. Then these knotty problems of finance and bookkeeping will be up to yours truly. He will be alone with his job and the confounded language. We're going to be licked before we care a damn.

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[[pre-printed]] Sunday, October 20, 1907 [[pre-printed]]
Davidass beat it for Bombay today, and I am alone with the job now. "Niggers to the right of me, niggers to the left of me, niggers in front of me, Odoriferated and slumbered."
Smith and I drove down to the point today to get the mail. We found we'd have to wait an hour, but we declined to take the native view of it, and swore. We beat it up to the Eastern Telegraph Co. and I met Morrell. Nice chap. His boy must have loaded those two whisky sodas, for they made me dopy all day. I walked it off over Marshag, and felt better then. It made me puff some going over those rocks with that cargo.