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[[preprinted]] Tuesday, October 11, 1910 [[/preprinted]]

Cap Morton got back from the Aden run this morning, and Forbes and I went off on board for dinner tonight. We tried his new songs, heard his new records and some of the old ones, and finished up his scutter-botch and dates. Left comparitively early, however, and entirely sober. Been on the sprinkler eleven days now. It raises a lot of dust once in a while, and tickles your epiglottis some at times, but I can't say that it incommodes me any worth mentioning.

Well, well , we [[underlined]]will[[/underlined]] be a little Rollo. darn' us, won't we? It shocked Morton, he bein' a Scotsman. 

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[[preprinted]] Wednesday, October 12, 1910 [[/preprinted]]

Well, I sorter reckon I've kinder got Bwana Vining's goat. He was chuckling to himself how he was getting out of here at the psychological moment, - a good record behind him, and hard times in the cotton line ahead, for me,- but it seems that the other day, when I closed that Usagara deal, [[strikethrough]] that [[/strikethrough]] I pulled ahead in sales. So now, being here two months and a half, I've sold more than he did in the whole seven months of 1910 before I came. Oh, well, it might be worser.

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