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[[preprinted]] Thursday, March 11, 1909 [[/preprinted]]

Shipped 116 tusks this afternoon. It was a job getting them through the Customs and away, but I got through with it about half past five, and then went to an at home on the "Juba." The local sassiety was on board, and after fifteen minutes and a bumper of Hock I beat it. These things are mighty exciting. Major got up and started a speech, or I'd have made a getaway before I did.

It's all in a lifetime, but I couldn't [[strikeout]] [[unreadable]] [[/strikeout]] be a social dog if I practiced a thousand years.

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[[preprinted]] Friday, March 12, 1909 [[/preprinted]]

Mr. Gottschalk, who is the American Consul General at Large for this part of the map, called on us this afternoon. He's a fine old fellow,- every time I meet a sure-enough American out here he always makes these bloody Britishers look like a chain-gang in comparison.

After a talk we went out for a rickshaw ride, and afterwards to the club, where I was glad to put his name down.

There will probably be a Consul or a Consular Agency established here pretty soon. It's a big enough place, all right, and we are about the only power who haven't an ^[[official]] representative here.
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