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[[preprinted]] Sunday, February 9, 1908 [[/preprinted]] Nothing doing today, save the mail. Thats the silver inside to Aden's woes. Down Zanzibar they [[strikethrough]] got [[/strikethrough]] get three mails in as many days, and then one mail in the next month, but here they at least have the good quality of being regular. Bunny and I are still at it. Let him talk. Just wait. He knows he's got to buy. So do we. [[end page]] [[start page]] [[preprinted]] Monday, February 10, 1908 [[/preprinted]] Pup and I took another walk over Marshag tonight. By heck, but old Marhsag in the the moonlight is about as beautiful a place as I've ever seen. You've got to walk up there yourself to appreciate it, - words can't describe it. Not a thing 'cept the above doing today. I did a little bookkeeping, just to keep my hand in and to ease my conscience. Bus.