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[[preprinted]] Saturday, September 25, 1909 [[/preprinted]]

I don't know what's getting through this dump. Business is just getting rottener every day. The place is simply fed-up with Amerikani, and the market at home has gone simply out of sight, — up to about the figure it was when I first sold at Aden. I hope this rise won't be followed by the crash that that one was.

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[[preprinted]] Sunday, September 26, 1909 [[/preprinted]]

Spent the afternoon going up to Mazeras and back with "the Admirable Lady Biddy Fane." There's company for you! It's full-up with piruts, Spaniards, walking the plank, black flags, vultures, hand to hand fights, the maiden in distress, and the dastard Rodrigues. She's a captive aboard the pirut ship the "Black Death" whilst her lover is cast away on a desert island at the mouths of the Orinoco. Od's bodkins, gadzooks, and a couple of zounds, but it is a "snorter."