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Wednesday, January 18, 1911 
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One more birthday, Seven and twenty for ours, this time.  Weddell and Forbes came around to ye festive board, and Vining opened a quart.  Afterwards, we adjourned to the roof.

Five weeks from today, me buck, I set sail from Mombasa, homeward-bound!  Every now and then I turn over the blank pages to April, and wonder what I'll be writing in them then.

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Thursday, January 19, 1911 
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Found a jigger in me toe this morning.  Albuquerque took it out, and made a hole that looked like the excavation for the Pennsylvania Terminal.

Went up to the ETC. for dinner, -it wasn't mess-night, so we had a quiet time, for which I was duly thankful.  Got home about half past eleven.

The "Adolph" came in today.  I'm going up to the Mombasa on her Sunday.  Damned rough out in front.