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[[preprinted]]  Friday, January 6, 1911 [[/preprinted]]

Went off to the "Pundua" tonight, to the skipper's farewell dinner.  A.D. is a fine little old feller, and everybody is sorry to lose him.  After dinner we had the usual Hieland steps by Big Chief Murison and the Chota Bank Wallah, the meanwhile I was sweating blood at the agony-box.  To the ladder at twelve, to shore, and so to bed.

Do you pronounce it Peppies, or Pips, or Peeps?  I've heard it all three ways, from those who are supposed (by themselves) to know.

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[[preprinted]]  Saturday, January 7, 1911  [[/preprinted]]

Damitall, I can't save money.  I'll never be able to do it for myself, but I hope Edie will for me.  I counted over all my accounts today, my expenditures against my salary, and I've got a bare five hundred dollars in this world.  That is, cash.  I've got a lot of other things, a few rugs, some curios, and some ornaments to fix up a hut with, and I've sent Edie some things that will last sometime, but all those ain't cash, - the hard cold variety that we stand so much in need of.  But hell, there's no use crying over my damned extravagances of the past.  It's up to me more than ever, now.