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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. [[end page]] [[start page]] [[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.