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Thursday, December 31, 1908
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Here's another year ended, and we're as poor and as unmarried as ever. When are we going to get started, anyway? 

Here we are on Africa's shores now. We've certainly been bumping around a little corner of this old terrestrial sphere. Maybe next year we'll wind up over in India. You know, I shouldn't mind seeing something of that place over there, after they get through with their bomb throwing and other pleasantries. 

But, by gum, I tell you it does a fellow good to get out and see a few other lands and peoples. And it's a cert truth that a feller will get experience, in more

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than business ways, that he would never get if he lived at home a thousand years, In spite of lonliness at times, and and aching to be at home and see those in the States, I have never been sorry that I came out here. I would have been a bloody chump to have had the chance and turned it down. It's been worth the time and the price. 

Mombasa hasn't struck me as so much, so far, for I'm still plugging away trying to catch up things here. It seems to be a gay place. Lots of booze to be downed and small hours to be spent in leading the strenuous life of the young feller just away from his