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[[preprinted]] [[double line]] Sunday, November 29, 1908 [[line]] [[/preprinted]] I got up early and sat around all day waiting for that B.I. tub to show up, and went to bed emptyhanded, after all. I frankly confess I am in no hurry to get down to Mombasa, - this weather is too delightful, and I'm afraid it's ^[[quite]] the opposite Uganda-way. I need a little loaf here in the cool weather, anyway, to recuperate after working like a slave all this dusty summer. [[end page]] [[start page]] [[preprinted]] [[double line]] Monday, November 30, 1908 [[line]] [[/preprinted]] The "Madura" came in this morning, and I went on board, but that blockhead of a Parsee told me all the passengers had gone ashore an hour before, when Mr. Arnold was replenishing his Rathskeller department downcabin all the while. Well, I saw him when he got to camp. He asked me if I could leave tomorrow. I told him I could, whereupon he desired me to make myself ready. That's the AC way, - they don't give you much time for goodbyes. Well, we sent a telegram to NY, and I will know my fate in the answer. A la Thomas W. Lawson of "Frenzied Finance" ill-fame, "I will have something to say next month", - tomorrow.