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Sunday, May 16, 1909
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Rained all day long. All day long. That's two days it rained, isn't it? It may be good for crops, but it's no good to me. Give me dry old "Camp" every time, in preference to this dam(p) hole.

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Monday, May 17, 1909
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Don't know as there was anything doing today. Nothing to indika, as it were. We're pretty busy downstairs, of course, but outside the office things are moving poli poli. It's the best way, after all, I find. I've not been in that Club over there since Teddy's [[strikethrough]] [[?]] [[/strikethrough]] dinner took place, and unless the unforseen happens, it'll be another month, and I expect more, before I'm over there again.

I never knew how good the ITCo. of Crater was, until I'd left it and got stranded on these alcoholic shores.

Cheer up, maybe we'll be back among the rocks some day.