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Wednesday, November 25, 1908
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Nothing doing. The main topic of the commercial colony is still Doleshal's untimely death. From the papers he left behind and from what turns out to be the condition of things, it would seem that this sickness but anticipated his end by his own hand. Poor Doleshal never had a bit of luck since he came out, everything was against him, and he was done to death by circumstances, - led by his cousin, - if ever man was. The tragedy was not without its villian. 

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Thursday, November 26, 1908
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This is my second Thanksgiving in Aden. By gum, the time is flying like hellanall and no mistake. Slipp Memsahib beckoned us to her festive board, and we hiked thence at the appointed time to do our jooty toward the noble bird. Of course, we missed the 'steen varieties of pie, the cranberry sauce and other dainties, but far from us to say anything derogatory of our gracious hostess. She done noble with the materials at hand. What do the solemn gastronomical rites of Thanksgiving Day signify to that black son of Goa in the cookshop?