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Sunday, March 22, 1908
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Nothing much to do today save to wait for the mail.  It showed up a little after five, - a goodly amount this week.

Gessner left for Hodeidah today, happy as a lark. He put his passports and his other legal jimmies in his hip pocket, and beat it for the 2:03 express. Bond was telling me about a fellow American who landed at Hodeidah and finding he would be re-shipped if minus a passport, he pulled out a life-insurance policy and flashed it on the Head Turk.  The H.T. looked at the ribbons and seals, and got busy with the chalk at once.  You can't beat Yankee ingenuity.

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Monday, March 23, 1908 
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I was yanked downstairs this morning at the unearthly hour of nine, and found the place thick with savages.  They ran over all the chairs and were spilled on the floor besides.  We talked biz a little while, and then they salaamed and withdrew.  Back to Menelik! None of their dollars in mine! The dollars drop off three points and then you're stuck five rupees a bale.  I may get 'em for something later on, when some goods get here, or when we get after ivory again. 

Meantime we keep ourselves busy explaining the dull market to New York. Only cost four annas a week.