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[[preprinted]] Monday, April 12, 1909 [[/preprinted]

Now that Easter's finished and Lent's over this year, I suppose we might just as well take in some show tonight. I'll ring up the Gilsey House, and see what they've got. Everything sold out except "The Ninety and Nine?" Xcuse [[underlined]] us [[/underlined]]!

Mrs. Bond write me from Karachi that they had a travelling company in "Die Lustigie [[W?]]", there, and next night "The Goils of Gottenboig." We don't get those things down here, which is perhaps good for our morals, but still is rather hard on us. We would like to "risk one eye, annyhow."

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[[preprinted]] Tuesday, April 13, 1909 [[/preprinted]]

There was a little touch of excitement in town, or rather in the harbor, Sunday morning. A big barque from Cardiff, loaded with "coals" (the British always use the plural), was sighted. She tried to come into Mombasa Harbor without waiting for the pilot [[strikethrough]] [[?]] [[/strikethrough]] or the aid of a tug, — got half way in, got cold feet, and tried to turn around. The current started to take her inshore, the anchors dragged, and now she's up on the reef, a total wreck.

Rather hard luck to come all the way from Wales, around the Cape, a three and a half months' voyage, only to be lost four hundred yards away from her anchorage! Everybody says Captain's own fault. He owned her, too.