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class of people known as Costers.  The mob surged about, pushed those in front against the cavalry and policy;  women fainted and men yelled;  it was an awful din.  At last I was pushed against an iron fence.  It was a good position and I clung to it.  Men were swept by, but I stood like a rock in mid stream, the water rushed past angrily trying to dislodge me but only succeeded in [[strikethrough]] leaving [[/strikethrough]] wearing off a few edges and all my buttons.  And at last to save my self I climbed the fence and forced myself on [[strikethrough]] to [[/strikethrough]] a grand stand.  The people had only two things to do - throw me on to the mob, or take me as a guest.  They must have liked my looks for they took me, and treated me royally.  Had tea in the garden, and then saw the parade which passed by at 12.30 oclock.  It was a gorgeous sight, wonderful, for its color and splendor.  Never saw such harnesses.  Saw the new Kings back, the German Emperor's, the King of Portugal and many Princes, all riding on horseback.  Lord Roberts was there, riding with head bowed, and all alone;  he seemed far in front, and behind he had at least 20ft space.  He was conspicuous, and it was with difficulty that the crowd was kept from cheering.

You probably have never seen such carriages as I saw, and few in the states have ever 

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The 2nd page is actually the 1st page so have transcribed it as such, to make sense of the transcription