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couldn't make it today - gray skies, strong wind, rotten visibility & rain part of the day.  The Fulanga canoes are still here but the single Mothe canoe started bravely homeward at dawn.

I hear that no second party has landed on Falcon. The island is not yet completely washed away. Some months ago, says one of the Falcon boys, an eruption occurred near Haapai Group - built up a small cone which has since been washed away.  I'll try & get more detailed information tonight.

I remarked to the Captain (thru an interpreter) that he hadn't changed a bit in 6 years. With equal truth (but less politeness!) he 

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replied that I was a young man in those days but that now I was getting gray! I felt like telling him that I was still but a young bridegroom - but I refrained! - I should begin to feel like Manuel in the "Silver Stallion" if many more of these "Mr. Crompton remarks" fall on my ears!

Cheerio - here come my guests -
Harry

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The crowd has now gone off to a nearby house for a meke.  Since you know how I feel about mekes you will not be surprised to hear that "this little pig stayed home"! I have had a most interesting conversation