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Kai Fong-Fu, 
Province of Honan.
Oct. 24th, 1910.

My dear Colonel Hecker,

This city is to me, what Horinji was to Fenallosa at the time of his first visit.  And I am filled with wonder.  Pages would frighten you and their filling would be futile, but when I am back home again I'll let photographs tell the story.  This note is only to tell you that I keep ^[[well]] and happy--a little sore in my feet and legs caused by the worst roads under heaven - and miles, hundreds of miles much worse ^[[as an Irishman would say]] before me!  My folding cot beats a "khagn"  out of sight: my cook equals Ruben, which is saying things boldly: my "boy" is as quick as "George" at the Yon and as diplomatic as George cheek.  As commanding General, Nan out ranks that Frenchman who quit at Waterloo.  My photographer Utai, has proved so useful I could not restrain my praise, and this evening for the purpose of stopping ^[[it]] I fancy, he for the first time, told 

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Transcription Notes:
The Yon is short for the Yondotega Club in Detroit.--thomasc