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morning I got up early and walked about town , it was a beautiful day and there is no doubt that there is something peculiar about the color in Holland just like soft gold over the fall trees and a steeple a few blocks away would be a phantastic sillhouette. I sure did enjoy that morning.

I called on the swell art dealer of the city. and it was a relief to be treated by a real gentleman Here I had my first success - He pledged me at least 6 Van Goghs half a dozen of "Schellhout" a modern Dutchman, and 6 Redon's a big Freudman, Hardly known at

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home, but he is a wonder, already 72 years old and somewhat like Davies, perhaps a trifle more eccentric He will make a hit in the show- Up to this I had been nervous and of course worried,  In fact I had the willies all the time, I took the train late in the afternoon to Amsterdam, and the sleeper from there to Berlin. The sleepers are different, you lie cross wise, two in a room, at midnight The custom people butted in, I never saw my room mate, I had the upper and he got in and out while I was in bed. Berlin