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[[preprinted]] Saturday, October 24, 1908
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We leave for the front at 3 a.m. tomorrow morning. It's the earliest time I can ever remember of getting up, except several occasions when I didn't go to bed at all.
  
Kind reader, I have taken three doses of Epsom Salts this afternoon. Will you excuse me if I leave this page sudden-like?

25th (continued) over the Wadi Kebir, which was wholly dry, visiting a typical dirty little Arab village about a mile on the other side. Interesting, but the stink! A cross-legged dinner and a Bridge with a pack of native cards that resembled inch scantling, "and so to bed."

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[[preprinted]] Sunday, October 25, 1908 [[preprinted]]

I'd been up about ten minutes this morning when a stentorian voice arose through the darkness from the street. "Hello!" "Hello!" "Domonsky! Are you up?" "Sure", says I, thinking how pleased Schirmer must be to hear the glad news, too. That voice in a graveyard would have aroused 50 pc of the dead at least, I'm sure.
  
We started finally at four, and took gharris as far as Dar'l-Amir, where we changed to donkeys and after twentysix weary miles altogether we arrove at Lahej at about nine. We had an audience with the Sult and after a cross-legged quarter-hour beat it back to our mud hut. Took a walk to the East, I guess four miles