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[[preprinted]]Sunday, August 22, 1909
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Been having rotten luck with cottons lately. Sent NY. an offer for some D, only to have them reply it couldn't be obtained before January,- the price was perfectly good, as shown by their offering Askari half a dib less. But that Nanjie wallah is a stubborn old guy and he wouldn't change. And [[strikethrough]] [[?]] [[/strikethrough]] NY. probably thinks I'm a chump, [[strikethrough]] [[?]] [[/strikethrough]] in consequence.

Business is rotten nowadays. Ivory is coming down so slowly, and the cotton goods market at home is so high, that deals are scarce as hen's teeth.

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[[preprinted]]Monday, August 23, 1909
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The Great Trek has by this time become an accomplished fact, for Edie writes me in her last that all is ready for the word. And now it must be all did, and I bet they're glad. I wonder if old PR. will ^ever ^again enjoy the spectacle of my valiant shape plodding along Main St? Not if I see it first, by gum. That was an awful dump of a place, but oh, why didn't they migrate four years ago?
   It's rather late now. I love Boston as the home of me chee-ildhood, but as a permanent proposition everything fades before the delectable and indolent East.