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[[preprinted]] Wednesday, December 28, 1910 [[/preprinted]]

They evidently couldn't get off that French tub too soon, for instead for waiting until my appearance at eight,  they all'd piled off and arrove to the house at 7.30. Well, sir, I don't blame 'em much. Those French water wagons are the absolute limit.

They saw Uganda, the whole shootin' match, and had almost starved to death on the train, and roasted into a similar state in Mombasa, and they all said they were mighty glad to get back to Zanzibar. They went across the Lake, saw the Ripon Falls, saw

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[[preprinted]] Thursday, December 29, 1910 [[/preprinted]]

the Kisumu market (which is an education in itself) and cooked their own food in the train, and slept with their clothes on, - and Miss C. put on two extra pairs of stockings one night. That's the gist of all the news. They claimed they were just tired to death, and they looked it, so I just went over to the office and let 'em rip, which I believe was exactly what they wanted.

They're the best kind of people to put up, all around.