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[[preprinted]] Thursday, September 23, 1909 [[/preprinted]]

Ramadan is on agin now. This makes the third time I've seen it, and I shall be just as glad as ever when it's over. Then the native population (particularly the house boys) may get over that half-alive — half-dead trance that they're in now.

I'm glad old Mahomet never converted my ancestors with a battle-axe, I am. I should hate having my three square a day tampered with, I should.

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[[preprinted]] Friday, September 24, 1909 [[/preprinted]]

Well, if I couldn't sell stuff from New York, I can from customer's stocks, and I unloaded a bit on Boustead today. These bales Vining sold for delivery here, — I was getting two and three chips a bale more for my sales, and now I knocked these down at two chips a bale profit to Darsey. We should have had that ourselves.