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[[preprinted]] Tuesday, February 9, 1909 [[/preprinted]]

Gee whiz, but I never thought I let this bloomin' book go as long as this! Well, anyway, I started for Zanzibar today and was installed bag and baggage in my cabin, when along comes a chit from Stewart, saying his temperature was 101, and that I'd better come back if I could. So I went over the side and beat it back to the Ndia Kuu. Stew sent for Macdonald, and Mac gave him one o' them there quinine injections, — honest, without any exaggeration, that sticker was a yard long if it was an inch! I never appreciated what a brave kid one EFJ. is until I saw that ^[[deadly]] thing tonight. Save me from it!  

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[[preprinted]] Wednesday, February 10, 1909 [[/preprinted]]

Stewart was much better this morning, and was up in the afternoon. Just a little malaria, but still I don't want even that. That's one thing I'm not in the least hoggish about. I don't think Stewart is cut out for the tropics anyway. Guess Jones won't send out any more New Rochelle wallahs, — Sutton went home after five months, and now Stewart has had this long siege, and been once ordered home, though he decided to see it through out here. I give Stewart the credit for his nerve, though I think there is a dash of the fear of being ridiculed at home in it.