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[[preprinted]] Sunday, May 30, 1909 [[/preprinted]] I sure sold some cottons today, but today is Sunday, and tomorrow is Id al Kebic fi'l wilayah, so I can't cable until "Chewsda'," as Dooley says. Hpoe the Sook doesn't go up, meanwhile. They're goods for Zanzibar. Vining butted into my market recently for a hundred bales, and this is revenge. Say, gentle reader, with one mail from home, two mails to home, cottons coming, and ivory to ship by Wednesday that isn't out of the customs yet, I'm a sure goin' to be one busy gent this week. It's one of these here times I might wish I was twins. [[end page]] [[start page]] [[preprinted]] Monday, May 31, 1909 [[/preprinted]] By gum, but I do hate Trial Balances. Still, I've had pretty good luck with 'em, for I remember only two out of the twenty I've got up out here, that didn't come out right the first time. But by gum, the nervous strain when you add up them damn colums and squint with feverish anxiety to see that the last row comes out right,- by gum, you do earn your month's salary then, all in a lump. I think they ought to add on a quid pourboire for every balance. It would be real nice of them. But damned unlikely!