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[[preprinted]] Saturday, January 30, 1909 [[/preprinted]]

By gum, but we are piling up a stock here! That "Kronprinz" yesterday brought us a hundred bales and fifty more cases of those doggone blankets.  Something heroic has got to be done, and mighty blamed soon, to decrease that pile in the godown. 

Just the way it was in Aden, - when I got there they buried me with those bloody Shanghais and now when I get to Mombasa they dump the blanket output on me!

Go easy, you over there, will you?

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[[preprinted]] Sunday, January 31, 1909 [[/preprinted]]

Took a book along with me up to [[strikethrough]] [[?]] [[/strikethrough]] Mazeras this afternoon.  Read while waiting for the return trip, and altogether found it quite a nice way of spending the afternoon.  It is quite a pretty little trip, much more so than the forty-five miles of cookstove ads and Bull Durhams [[strikethrough]] [[?] [[/strikethrough]] between Boston and Fall River.  But of course, this hadn't the golden reward at the end!