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[[preprinted]] Wednesday, May 26, 1909 [[/preprinted]]

Another one of those ivory auctions started this morning. It doesn't interest us much. Visram buys most of it shelabela, and then he sorts it out for us. Mahomed sits down there with an [[strikethrough]] [[?]] [[/strikethrough]] auction list and a pencil and keeps tab on our rivals, and that's all we trouble ourselves [[strikethrough]] [[?]] [[/strikethrough]] with the blamed show.

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[[preprinted]] Thursday, May 27, 1909 [[/preprinted]]

More auction. It doesn't bother us. Old Jo bought five beauts yesterday. Just our luck that he got cold feet immediately afterwards, and didn't bid again.

Spent the morning dickering with Abdul Rasul, all to no purpose, and the afternoon in plunking out my tomorrow's mail. These French tubs come in altogether too early in the morning to suit a stickabed like me. And one thing I can't do is to rise up early in the morn.