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On board Saramacea,
7 June 1919.

Dear old sweet:

I am fairly on my way home now, and shall be with you I hope in a week. This tiresome sea trip will end tomorrow night, & once I get on the train for Washington I shall feel that I am really on my way back to you, not to be separated again. My month in Guatemala has been the longest I ever went thru, with the possible exception of the month before we were married. And now that it is over, it has taken on the dream like quality that all past activity takes with me. The landing and meeting with the agents of the local government -- the walk up the dock and beneath the palms to the grimy Hotel del Norte -- the 60-mile railroad trip to Amates next morning, thru tropical forest with its gently waving corozo palms and strange trees, and thru broad-leaved bananas -- the meals under the tin roof of the house across the road, when Lowenthal and I wore towels in our belts and kept them busy in lieu of handkerchiefs all thru the meal -- the nights beneath mosquito bars in the palm + bamboo house -- then the start in the dark on Sunday morning, when little Yates sent back his egg at breakfast asking to have it cooked some more -- the setting out with all our mules and baggage, myself a bit uncertain as to whether I was going to survive my mule -- then the [[strikethrough]] weeks [[/strikethrough]] first days climbing and descending, [[strikethrough]] over [[/strikethrough]] up

Transcription Notes:
Sentence should read "kept them busy in lieu", "busy" is missing. Last sentence wether should be spelled "whether".