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[[preprinted]]Wednesday, August 4, 1909 [[/preprinted]]

Forgot to tell you how bad [[strikethrough]] [[?]] [[/strikethrough]] dat ole Bootifulums was last Sunday. Gosh, he was offul sick. He had a fever or something, and he cried and he cried, and he wouldn't be left alone a minute, and he thought he was going to die sure, I know he did. But the Grim Spectre couldn't stick the Castor oil, and dat ole Bootifulums was saved. Hooray! I tell you, we can't let the Asst. Manager croak yet awhile, no sir.

One year and eleven months ago today since I sailed from Manhattan!

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[[preprinted]]Thursday, August 5, 1909 [[/preprinted]]
     
The "Windhuk" arrived today with two hundred bales marked AC & Co. That wouldn't be much for Aden, but it is a goodly pile for this place. Now that we have got into the [[strikethrough]] [[?]] [[/strikethrough]] ^[[way]] of the Amerikani race, we are piling up our lead every ship. You wait and see where we'll have all these other chaps by the time the last of 1909 rolls around. They'll be back of the flag and pulled up lame. We've got 'em seventeen up and four holes to play, as Louisa M. Alcott would say.