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[[preprinted]] Saturday, February 15, 1908 [[/preprinted]] Nothing doing downstairs. In fact, damfino what I'm going to do here unless I start buying ivory again. That Benian was sore today to learn I'd sold 'em all to Bunny, after he'd been working for a month to earn a little baksheesh. The poor sod, - he works hard, but I can't forget what his wife washes the dishes in. He'll get no fooloos from me until he delivers the goods. I hate those bloody Benians, I do. Smith and I have got a jaunt on for tonight. [[end page]] [[start page]] [[preprinted]] Sunday, February 16, 1908 [[/preprinted]] Last night, about half past ten Smith and I started up Shum Shum. Took it easy, going up in a little under an hour. Had some grub when we got up to the top, and then we sat up looking at the sights for a while. A few rude clouds happened along, and hid everything below us, and then a little later we were enveloped in them, which lasted until daybreak. We turned in, wrapped up in steamer rugs, at about two, and it was damned cold before morning, I tell you. The clouds hid the sun until seven, and by that time it was away up in the sky. After some grub we started at half past seven down the other side,