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[[preprinted]] Tuesday, April 12, 1910 [[/preprinted]]

Got into Aden early this morning, after the most miserable week I ever spent, either afloat and/or ashore, in my life. I hope it will never again be my fate to travel the East Coast (or any other, for that matter,) by the "Purnea". She was the worst ever. Just about 10,000 tons too small for me, and to add to my discomfort, the saloon accommodation was aft. I never had a moment's comfort - rather, I should say, a moment free from misery,- until I began to camp in the second class, amidships. It was slightly more bearable then, but still [[strikethrough]] more [[/strikethrough]] most uncomfortable. I'm glad I'm on shore again.

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[[preprinted]] Wednesday, April 13, 1910 [[/preprinted]]

Well, Aden seems to be about the same as ever, only more so. Only a few changes - the camel market has been cleared out, and Cowasjee is running a motor line from Point to Camp. The Club is the same as ever, with the atmosphere there about 150° lower than anywhere else within a couple thousand miles. Our little Club [[strikethrough]] all [[/strikethrough]] over across the way has sadly degenerated,- all the old crowd,- Naish, Smith, Besse, Verney, Nocentini are away, and there is a bunch of comic opera Frenchmen and low class Deutschers in [[strikethrough]] charge [[/strikethrough]] possession.

I met the new Yankee Consul and his wife today. He is a mighty

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