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[[preprinted]]Sunday, July 25, 1909[[/preprinted]]

The rain here seems to have a happy faculty of turning out in force every Sunday.  Lord knows a Sunday at home, - save the F.R. ones - are dull enough, but out here, with the rain added, they are damnably so.  Then there was not a darned thing to do in the office all day long.  Just sat there and added up freight-car numbers all day long.

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[[preprinted]]Monday, July 26, 1909[[/preprinted]]

Mombasa is in the throes of a tennis tournament at present.  Doubles started today.  Pickering and I had a disastrous first match against the Bank walla and the local Barrister's wife, but we did a little better as the afternoon wore on.  We shan't be the last.  I hope, but will be doggone near it.

I came late and escaped the tea-fight.