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Saturday, December 5, 1908
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Ana ma sawwait shi alyom. Aden mort hathil ayom. Yemkin lemma ana fi'l Mombas sha yakoon fi shi alladi minshan nikdar naktob. Cheer up.

From what I hear of Mombasa society it seems to be rather frisky. On the authority of Arnold, Esq. it's easier to have another man's wife than it is to have your own.

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Sunday, December 6, 1908
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Ye tymme draweth nigh. Butte foure dayyes more, and I shalle be upon ye water-waggone.

By gum, Slipp was telling us about some hors doeuvres, or however you spell it, he had in Paris and he said he was pokin' round on his plate and he found they were fishes' eyes! I remembered eating 'em at Cremeschi's, and I almost puked in remembrance. You can bet one large crisp bank-note against a stale cruller that I'll be damned careful that I watch my appetizers hereafter.