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[[preprinted]] Monday, February 1, 1909 [[/preprinted]]

We got out after the blanket trade from the tap of the gong this morning.  There was one old fellow strayed in this morning, and he wanted one case.  He paid twenty dibs above the invoice for it, so I let him have one. If he's determined to follow Carnegie and die poor, it really is none of my funeral.

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[[preprinted]] Tuesday, February 2, 1909 [[/preprinted]]

Still chasing blankets. If I don't sell them it won't be my fault. 

Nigger holiday today, - they had one of their crazy processions with one of those tinsel-bedecked affairs that ^[[they]] carry on their shoulders, - they came up the Ndia Kuu beatin' tom-toms and wavin' banners, singin' and raisin' hell generally.

Keep it up, boys, Christmas come but oncet every 365 1/4 days.