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[[strikethrough]] Tuesday, August 10, 1909 [[/strikethrough]]

By gum, but "elephant's-teeth", as old Marco th' Pole used to call 'em, have been rather scarce the past month. Tubby sho', I made three shipments in July, but they were all rather small. I've got the smallest shipment yet on the "Admiral" next Saturday. Only sixteen of the blighters. Worth three thousand plunks, but it hardly seems worth bothering about these days.

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sailing-ships used to bring out and take back - almost anything that wasn't tied - the list baffle enumeration. But we'll do anything for a consideration.

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[[strikethrough]] Wednesday, August 11, 1909 [[/strikethrough]]

Been reading a couple of mighty good books lately. One was "Joseph Vance", a modern effort, but good enough to suspect that it's author had been dead at least fifty years. The other was Kingsley's "Westward Ho!" By gum, but that's a blood-stirring one! Them wuz the days.

The chapter of "the Armada", where Kingsley depicts that Sunday morning, the day before the final test, is simply magnificent. By gum, we can thank our English ancestors for what they did for us in those times, and no mistake. When you add all the scrapping with the Indians and French in the new country, onto the one or two centuries of fighting