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	  General document-wide corrections:
          changed hyphens to em-dashes;
          added [orig] tags around all words hyphenated over line-breaks;
          changed non-monetary fractions to true fractions;
          specified full expansion for all abbreviations;
          changed hyphen in numeric ranges to en-dashes;
          specified supralinear additions where they appear in the text of the letter;
          ensured all indented paragraphs are tagged [p rend="indent"].
        
	
          Corrected text on page 1:
            changed "pardon on certain vaguenesses" to "pardon a certain vagueness";
            changed "setting out of the Bight" to "getting out of the Bight"
        
	
          Corrected text on page 2:
            changed "past 7" to "past 8";
            changed "quite early this morning" to "quite red, this morning";
            changed "10am Saturday night" to "10 Saturday night";
            changed "semi circle" to "semi-circle";
            changed "collected [unclear: some]" to "[sic: collecting]collected [del: a w]";
            added "[del: per]";
            changed "[unclear: &amp; he]" to "&amp; he";
            changed "examinations" to "examination";
            changed "[unclear: genuine]" to "genuine".
        
	
          Corrected text on page 3:
            changed "[unclear: niggers]" to "niggers";
            changed "goods off" to "the goods off";
            changed ".However" to ". However";
            changed "was alongside" to "runs alongside";
            changed "well built" to "well-built";
            changed "stations all" to "stations [add: nearly] all";
            changed "[Martriah]" to "[unclear: Kautuah]".
        
	
          Corrected text on page 4:
            changed "(front view)" to "front view";
            adding missing line "in about five minutes on both sides of the ship there was an";
            changed "miracle.One" to "miracle. One";
            changed "mechanical labour" to "mechanical labour-".
        
	
          Corrected text on page 5:
            changed "proved to artist" to "proved the artist";
            changed "[unclear: drago-]" to "drago-";
            changed "[unclear: free beer]" to "free beer";
            changed "[unclear: naked]" to "naked".
        
	
          Corrected text on page 6:
            changed "horse-teams" to "horse-trams";
            changed "[unclear: guttersnipes]" to "guttersnipes";
            changed "left overs" to "left-overs";
            changed "[unclear: Dagos]" to "Dagos";
            changed "little charms" to "little charms;";
            changed "church funds" to "Church funds";
            changed "McGs'" to "McG's".
        
	
          Corrected text on page 7:
            changed "with which to look like old paint" to "with what look like old fruit";
            changed "weaklings got killed" to "weaklings get killed";
            changed "imag" to "imag-";
            changed "swinging in a" to "singing in a".
        
	
          Corrected text on page 8:
            changed "Hemming" to "Henning";
            changed "Prophets birthday" to "Prophet's birthday";
            changed "one of these lads" to "repulsed one of these lads";
            changed "an expert an expert" to "an expert";
            changed "[unclear: So] leaving" to "S. leaving".
        
	
          Corrected text on page 9:
            changed "[unclear: quoit] tennis" to "quoit-tennis";
            changed "McEwath" to "McGrath".
        
	
          Corrected text on page 10:
            changed "dictation of Hemming" to "dictation of Henning";
            changed "[unclear: smots &amp; ripostes]" to "mots &amp; ripostes";
            changed "moment of your discernment" to "woman of your discernment".
        
	
          Corrected text on page 11:
            changed "phospherescent" to "phosphorescent";
            changed "quoit tennis" to "quoit-tennis";
            changed "semi final" to "semi-final";
            changed "24. 23." to "24, 23,";
            changed "[unclear: gymkhana]" to "gymkhana";
            changed "barbers shop" to "barber's shop";
            changed "fancy dress" to "fancy-dress".
        
	
          Corrected text on page 12:
            changed "Hell, of" to "Well, of";
            changed "guessing competition," to "guessing competition;".
        
	
          Corrected text on page 13:
            changed "[unclear: Deyla &amp; Charyldis]" to "Scylla &amp; Charybdis";
            changed "noble Ulyses" to "noble Ulysses";
            changed "didn;t stop" to "didn't stop";
            changed "[unclear: footing]" to "[unclear: footling]".
        
	
          Corrected text on page 14:
            changed "[unclear: Steamholi]" to "Stromboli";
            changed "Wlgton" to "W'gton".
        
	
          Corrected text on page 15:
            changed "empirial" to "original";
            changed "Orient" to "Ouvieto";
            changed "I suppose came" to "I suppose come";
            changed "doddering per-" to "doddering par-".
        
	
          Corrected text on page 16:
            changed "if Dean Impe" to "of [unclear: Dear lipe]";
            changed "Hemming at the Customs" to "Henning at the Customs";
            changed "we has only an hour" to "we had only an hour";
            changed "best linguistis" to 'best linguistic";
            changed "good papers" to "good paper";
            changed "woodents" to "woodcuts";
            changed "three a form" to "three or four";
            changed "6d or 7d" to "6d or 7d.";
            changed "bottl of wine" to "bottle of wine";
            changed "ridiculous proce" to "ridiculous price";
            changed "9 glassess" to "9 glasses".
        
	
          Corrected text on page 17:
            changed "garcon" to "garçon";
            changed "what a devul" to "what a devil";
            changed "thought we had Mac" to "though we had Mac";
            changed "minces." to "[unclear: minces]";
            changed "decided to fo" to "decided to go";
            changed "sode of the Straits" to "sides of the Straits";
            changed "antique looking" to "antique-looking";
            changed "comparts" to "ramparts".
        
	
          Corrected text on page 18:
            changed "Algeciras" to "Algeçiras";
            changed "round Henning'" to "round Henning;";
            changed "diavlo" to "diavolo";
            changed "[unclear: Hinshi!]" to "Imshi!";
            changed "(frowns)" to "(groans)";
            changed "purpose of commerce" to "purposes of commerce";
            changed "i.e. cases" to "i.e. casas";
            changed "presence of a short" to "presence of a shirt";
            changed "mantillas but" to "mantillas, but";
            changed "attractive looking" to "attractive-looking";
            added missing line "men who might have stepped straight out of "Romance". There was".
        
	
          Corrected text on page 19:
            changed "Algeciras" to "Algeçiras";
            changed "crudified Christs" to "crucified Christs";
            changed "just in tie' to "just in time";
            changed "priet mumbled" to "priest mumbled";
            changed "had seem superstition" to "had seen superstition";
            changed "white house" to "white houses".
        
	
          Corrected text on page 20:
            changed "stalwart brouged Spaniards at out" to "stalwart bronzed Spaniards at our";
            changed "Med-iteranean" to "Med-iterranean";
            changed "Browning melodramaticallt" to "Browning melodramatically";
            changed "no ther." to "no other.";
            changed "Whinfield [del: &amp;] I" to "Whinfield &amp; I";
            changed "serial. brought" to "serial brought";
            changed "the finaly clutch" to "the final clutch";
            changed "the villians satisfactory" to "the villians satisfactorily";
            changed "down to backing" to "down to baching".
        
	
          Corrected text on page 21:
            changed "[unclear: apars]" to "cigars";
            changed "[unclear: éclat]" to "éclat";
            changed "gorge of Auntie's" to "gorge off Auntie's";
            changed "pyjama jacket" to "pyjama pocket".
        
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            <name key="name-008166" type="ship">S.S. "Osterley"</name>
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            <name key="name-001491" type="place">Bay of Biscay</name>
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          <salute>  Dear <name key="name-006225" type="person">Mummy</name></salute>
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        <p rend="indent">I start this letter on a new pad with an
               <lb/>apology for perhaps missing a mail — I posted my last letter
               <lb/>at <name key="name-006674" type="place">Suez</name>, thinking that I should catch the next mail from
               <lb/><name key="name-000883" type="place">Gibraltar</name> did not send anything from <name key="name-007454" type="place">Naples</name> &amp; <name key="name-001576" type="place">Toulon</name>, with the
               <lb/>result that I now have four ports &amp; a variety of other things
               <lb/>to chronicle. Also I am very foggy about dates &amp; chronology,
               <lb/>hoping you will pardon a certain vagueness in reference
               <lb/>thereto. But as you can see from my present address written at
               <lb/>the head of this here letter, we are getting on to our destination;
               <lb/>this is Tuesday — we get to <name key="name-001520" type="place">Plymouth</name> on Thursday at 7am. &amp; to
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               <lb/>know whether to post this on the boat &amp; catch I suppose an
               <choice><orig>Aus-
               <lb/>tralian</orig><reg>Australian</reg></choice> mail, or hang on to it &amp; trust
               <del><unclear>to</unclear></del> a
               <choice><abbr>N.Z.</abbr><expan>New Zealand</expan></choice> mail going
               <lb/>immediately; however if you don't get it sooner you will get
               <lb/>it later, so it doesn't much matter. Pardon this writing,
               <lb/>which is due to the ship's rolling a bit, the pen being
               <choice><orig>con-
               <lb/>sequently</orig><reg>consequently</reg></choice> liable to skid of a sudden. But the rolling is
               <lb/>nothing — we haven't had a day of really bad weather since
               <lb/>getting out of the <name key="name-001179" type="place">Bight</name>; &amp; since leaving <name key="name-000772" type="place">Colombo</name> it has
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               <name key="name-008844" type="place"><choice><abbr>Wgton</abbr><expan>Wellington</expan></choice></name>
               <lb/>harbour. The <name key="name-007453" type="place">Mediterranean</name> was like a millpond; the
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               by gum we have been having some hummer natural phenomena —
               <lb/>suns like round balls of fire going down in clear skies over the
               <lb/>sea every night; last night an extraordinary dark
               <unclear>banking</unclear> of
               <lb/>clouds along the horizon like a huge forest over yellow land
               <lb/>till about ½ past 8, with the sea like a sheet of polished
               <lb/>dark wood; at late surnrise, quite red, this morning, over the
               <lb/>coast of <name key="name-123172" type="place">Portugal</name>; wonderful nights, thick with stars &amp; the most
               <lb/>romantic moon in the world. I regret that I do not observe much
               <lb/>change in the heavens like the astronomical young heroes who
               <lb/>run away to sea; a star seems a star to me irrespective of
               <lb/>its name or position in the heavens. They're the same colour
               <lb/>anyhow, &amp; there appear to be about the same number of them
               <lb/>on the whole. But I haven't counted them exactly.
            </p>
        <p rend="indent">Well, to get back to the strict narrative of my adventures:
               <lb/>we reached <name key="name-006674" type="place">Suez</name> about 10 Saturday night the 18th, &amp; a
               <lb/>dark night it was. We saw
               <del>in</del> the lights in the distance strung
               <lb/>out in a long flat semi-circle, just after dinner &amp; gradually
               <lb/>drew in &amp; anchored till 2am. We weren't allowed off the ship,
               <lb/>but a crowd of maritime mechants were allowed on board
               <lb/>to sell Turkish delight &amp; genuine amber necklaces &amp; English
               <lb/>newspapers &amp; La Vie Parisianne; but I didn't buy anything, though
               <lb/>I hung around &amp; browsed. We had a Greek on board then, going
               <lb/>back to his fatherland after <choice><sic>collected</sic><corr>collecting</corr></choice>
               <del>a w</del> money &amp; a wife &amp; kid
               <lb/>in <name key="name-008963" type="place">Australia</name> this same bloke being an expert in <del>per</del>precious
               <lb/>stones; &amp; he by the exercise of rapid examination &amp; vast gesticulation
               <lb/>brought the price of one necklace (genuine) down from about
               <lb/>
               <pb xml:id="n3" n="3" corresp="#JCB-007c"/>
               25/- to 3/6. Which shows how you would be exploited if you
               <lb/>weren't careful. But some of these niggers look so darn
               <lb/>starved &amp; miserable that it goes against your grain to argue
               <lb/>any point with
               <del>you</del> them. Others of course are big burly or
               <lb/>ingratiating personalitites that
               <unclear>win</unclear>; &amp; you wouldn't mind
               <unclear>pinching</unclear>
               <lb/>the goods off them, but one of them looked so timid &amp; half hearted
               <lb/>that I nearly bought his whole stock from him in pure
               <choice><orig>com-
               <lb/>miseration</orig><reg>commiseration</reg></choice>. However I didn't have any cash on me just then,
               <lb/>which saved me &amp; probably him from a horrible debauch. We
               <lb/>thought of staying up &amp; seeing the ship into the <name key="name-001365" type="place">Canal</name>, but
               <choice><orig>con-
                  <lb/>sidering</orig><reg>considering</reg></choice> that it wouldn't pass the entrance till about 3 all
               <lb/>went to bed requesting the others to call us then; with the
               <lb/>result that nobody saw anything till broad daylight. Well,
               <lb/>the <name key="name-001365" type="place">Canal</name>'s a great piece of work &amp; you can well understand the
               <lb/>dirty scrabbling as to who shall have charge of it, politicians
               <lb/>&amp; empires being what they are. On one side is sand, with
               <lb/>here &amp; there a mob of niggers doing work,
               all by hand, on the
               <lb/>widening of the canal,a £12 or £14,000,000 job, &amp; a few reels
               <lb/>of rusty barbed wire left over from the war; &amp; on the other
               <lb/>the British zone of occupation, more or less neat &amp; clean,
               <lb/>with some good lines of trees along the road. The railway
               <lb/>runs alongside the road again ; with very neat &amp; well-built
               <lb/>stations <add place="supralinear">nearly</add> all with French names on notices eg: "Gare El
               <lb/>
               <unclear>Kautuah</unclear>" where the big
               <choice><abbr>Aus</abbr><expan>Australian</expan></choice> &amp;
               <choice><abbr>NZ</abbr><expan>New Zealand</expan></choice> camp was during the
               <lb/>war.
               <del>"</del> It must have been a big place, if what's left is any
               <lb/>indication. It was very satisfying to observe some mirages on
               <lb/>
               <pb xml:id="n4" n="4" corresp="#JCB-007d"/>
               this day; being cities &amp; hills &amp; running water &amp; so on &amp; so forth; so
               <lb/>you can take the yarns you read in the books as substantially
               <lb/>true. Otherwise there isn't much to record about this celebrated
               <lb/>canal bar the extremely odd sailing ships that evidently carry on
               <lb/>the local commerce — they have very broad bows coming up in
               <lb/>front like this
               <figure xml:id="JCB-007d-1"><graphic url="JCB-007d-1.jpg" mimeType="image/jpeg" xml:id="JCB-007d-1-g"/><figDesc>Sketch diagram of side view of ship bow on Suez Canal.</figDesc></figure>
               (side view) flat
               <figure xml:id="JCB-007d-2"><graphic url="JCB-007d-2.jpg" mimeType="image/jpeg" xml:id="JCB-007d-2-g"/><figDesc>Sketch diagram of front view of ship bow on Suez Canal.</figDesc></figure>
               front view. There is no
               <lb/>ship bow at all; it is the same width as the rest of the ship.
               <lb/>
            </p>
        <p rend="indent">We reached <name key="name-001387" type="place">Port Said</name> about 2.30 &amp; were immediatley assaulted
               <lb/>by thousands more niggers to do the coaling. Well, I never saw
               <lb/>anything more like hell. Talk of exploiting cheap colonial labour;
               <lb/>in about five minutes on both sides of the ship there was an
               <lb/>entirely black zone — the air so black that from up on the top
               <lb/>deck you could just see long lines of indistinct figures walked
               <lb/>up planks to tips in the side of the ship with no interval between
               <lb/>them whatsoever. The lighters were so crowded that how they
               <choice><orig>man-
               <lb/>aged</orig><reg>managed</reg></choice> to do any work at all I don't know. They worked barefoot
               <lb/>&amp; practically naked; how their feet escaped the spades with
               <lb/>which they were digging the coal into baskets is a miracle. One
               <lb/>poor devil got an eyefull of the stuff; &amp; there he stood, agonising
               <lb/>&amp; crying like a child, as we went past on our way to the
               <lb/>shore. Very pretty. You can easily see why mechanical labour-
               <lb/>saving inventions aren't needed here. Same thing in a modified
               <lb/>form at <name key="name-007454" type="place">Naples</name>; same getting still cleaner, at <name key="name-000883" type="place">Gibraltar</name>. However there
               <lb/>were diversions for members of the exploiting West like us; a conjuror
               <lb/>was on board about as soon as the ship anchored, &amp; my word,
               <lb/>he did some clever things. He had a chicken secreted somewhere
               <lb/>"Gally, gally, gally!" was the constant mysterious cry of this genial
               <lb/>magician
               <lb/>
               <pb xml:id="n5" n="5" corresp="#JCB-007e"/>
               about his person, which he dragged out every now &amp; again &amp; caused
               <lb/>to lay boxes of matches &amp; eat them with equal facility; or discovered
               <lb/>in gentlemen's waistcoat pockets or other curious &amp; unimaginable
               <lb/>places. Likewise curious evolutions with an illimitable number
               <lb/>of corks &amp; three tin cups &amp; sixpences he threw over the side
               <lb/>with many apologies &amp; recovered again; but it wasn't so much
               <lb/>the tricks, which were extraordinarily good of their kind, as the
               <lb/>amazing patter that proved the artist (I forgot to say that he chopped
               <lb/>the chicken's head off &amp; put it on again — it was a real dinkum
               <lb/>chicken) He had a long string of names at command "the
               <unclear>McPhersons</unclear>"
               <lb/>"Mr Mackenzie", "Lady
               <unclear>Asquinti</unclear>"
               etc etc &amp; he linked odd people
               <lb/>together as husband &amp; wife ("Now you give this to your husband,
               <lb/>Lady
               <unclear>Asquint</unclear>") in a
               <del>moment</del> manner that gave great amusement to
               <lb/>all concerned. They were in fact like his Majesty at the Royal
               <choice><orig>Aca
               <lb/>demy</orig><reg>Academy</reg></choice>, observed to laugh heartily. So much for that. After a
               <lb/>good long wait we got into
               <del>bo</del> small boats &amp; were rowed the
               <lb/>25 yards or so to shore &amp; were in <name key="name-002106" type="place">Egypt</name>, the land of the Pharaohs,
               <lb/>the amorous adventures of <name key="name-110146" type="person">Cleopatra</name>, the Sphinx &amp; Pyramids &amp; other
               <lb/>historical phenomena. We met a new curse here,
               <add place="supralinear">the</add> licensed <choice><orig>drago-
               <lb/>man</orig><reg>dragoman</reg></choice>, who will follow you up for miles on the chance of a job.
               <lb/>However we weren't having any, preferring to walk around at
               <lb/>our own sweet will. And having escaped these we ran
               <lb/>into tents for exhibitions of the can-can, to which was
               <lb/>apparently added free beer, all described in the most seductive
               <lb/>language ("just round the corner, not far, have a glass
               <lb/>of beer, needn't stay if don't like, come on, can-can, naked
               <lb/>
               <pb xml:id="n6" n="6" corresp="#JCB-007f"/>
               dancing"). But we all thought hard of our Aunties &amp; turned
               <lb/>these very attractive invitations (several of them) down. It is too
               <lb/>sad to think what I have missed on my travels from a perhaps
               <lb/>exaggerated regard for <name key="name-110417" type="person">Auntie</name>'s feelings. Not to mention <name key="name-007818" type="person">Auntie
               <lb/>Win</name>. However putting these things aside, as we did in actual
               <lb/>fact, if somewhat reluctantly, we walked up the main street &amp;
               <lb/>along various side streets &amp; examined every thing else that was
               <lb/>going. Antique horse-trams, sheiks, guttersnipes,
               <add place="supralinear">what looked like illegitimate left-overs from the
               war,</add> street-cleaners,
               <lb/>Arabs, Greeks &amp; Dagos of all sorts &amp; conditions, Egyptians,
               <del>D</del> donkeys,
               <lb/>café's in the approved style (wasn't it at <name key="name-001387" type="place">Port Said</name>, amid
               <lb/>said surroundings, that McFee's "Command" started? — well, I
               <lb/>could see the whole thing happening). We examined a Russian
               <lb/>orthodox church, well built, but full of shrines &amp; a department
               <lb/>for selling tinpot little charms; &amp; it was delightful to see
               <choice><orig>Dun-
               <lb/>een</orig><reg>Duneen</reg></choice>, the hardened rationalist, who was the only lad with small
               <lb/>change on him, tipping the man who showed us over with a
               <lb/>couple of bob for the Church funds. So much for the most
               <lb/>corrupt form of christianity. Then we followed up the trades of
               <lb/>a couple of mosques, the outside of one of which was pretty
               <lb/>good, &amp; came finally to the sea beach, which was crowded &amp;
               <lb/>filled with the most varigated colour. A soccer match, what looked
               <lb/>like firemen &amp; were appearantly boy-scouts drilling, children
               <lb/>playing, all the fun of the fair, &amp; everything in continual &amp;
               <lb/>imminent danger of getting mixed up with everything else. All this
               <lb/>time we were taking pot-shots with our cameras ; while McG's
               <lb/>was going snap-snap-snap like a machine gun. The lad
               <lb/>
               <pb xml:id="n7" n="7" corresp="#JCB-007g"/>
               brought about 180 <choice><abbr>V.P.K</abbr><expan>Vest Pocket Kodak</expan></choice> spools of film with him &amp; takes about 30
               <lb/>pictures at each port — doors
               <del><unclear>odd</unclear></del>
               gates &amp; the sides of houses &amp;
               <lb/>heaven knows what. And some of them were worth taking. I
               <lb/>never saw a more extraordinary lot of houses. Some were quite
               <lb/>good blocks of flats; others were the same, damnable; but the
               <lb/>little 12<choice><abbr>ft</abbr><expan>feet</expan></choice> side streets with their houses pass immagination. They
               <lb/>have two or three stories; they lean over at any angle, they bulge
               <lb/>
               <del>awa</del> inwards or outwards or both together, they have odd bits or
               <lb/>whole second stories patched up with what look like old fruit
               <lb/>cases; they appear to be full of people, &amp; the family goats &amp; hens
               <lb/>sniff &amp; peck round in &amp; out of the doors. These lanes are so
               <lb/>narrow that the houses seem to meet in a perspective of 20
               <lb/>feet or so. The extraordinary thing about the place is that most
               <lb/>of the kids seem perfectly healthy; &amp; some of the Greek girls
               <lb/>are positively pretty; but jingo! I saw one baby I bet is
               <lb/>buried by now. I suppose the weaklings get killed off pretty
               <lb/>rapidly, &amp; the survivors would thrive in hell. But the biggest
               <lb/>luck of the day was falling in with an enormous religious
               <lb/>festival. We saw little bits of processions gathering all
               <lb/>over the place all the afternoon &amp; marching round with
               <lb/>drums &amp; brilliant banners &amp; a kid or two swinging incense;
               <lb/>&amp; finally they all got together &amp; we saw Lord knows how many
               <lb/>of them march up the street about six abreast. Old men,
               <lb/>young men, children, all in seperate divisions, in all
               <choice><orig>imag-
               <lb/>inable</orig><reg>imaginable</reg></choice> sorts of garments, beating on little drums, singing in a
               <lb/>curious mechanical monotonous sing-song, more incense,
               <choice><orig>hun-
               <lb/>
               <pb xml:id="n8" n="8" corresp="#JCB-007h"/>
               dreds</orig><reg>hundreds</reg></choice> of banners red, green, white, covered with crescents — I never


               <lb/>saw such a delightful romantic exhibition. Henning got into
               <choice><orig>con-
               <lb/>versation</orig><reg>conversation</reg></choice> with some sort of Frenchman (who however as
               <choice><abbr>H</abbr><expan>Henning</expan></choice>
               <lb/>pointed out with a sort of sad resignation made some bad
               <lb/>gramatical mistakes) &amp; learned what all the noise was about —
               <lb/>it was the last day of the 7 or 10 or 11 (I forget which) days
               <lb/>of the celebration of the Prophet's birthday. Well, what I say is,
               <lb/>may my birthday be celebrated likewise 1300 years hence, &amp;
               <lb/>give like gratification to some other genteel voyager. We arrived
               <lb/>back at the ship finally about 10 minutes before she sailed, at 7,
               <lb/>after running the gauntlet of numerous vendors of Turkish
               <lb/>delight &amp; cigarettes &amp; the enterprising bootblacks
               <del>des so vividly etc</del>
               <lb/>described by <name key="name-008915" type="person">Keithles</name> with his usual vividness &amp; verve. I
               <lb/>repulsed one of these lads
               <add place="supralinear">with some
               <unclear>warmth</unclear></add> when he arbitrarily took control of
               <lb/>my foot; for which however I was afterwards rather sorry, as
               <lb/>I don't like behaving like the Conquering Race. However they are
               <lb/>certainly confounded nuisances. On the advice of <name key="name-110147" type="person">Stuart</name>
               <lb/>whom we met with a cobber an expert 
               <del>inside</del> outside a
               <lb/>café (<name key="name-110147" type="person"><choice><abbr>S.</abbr><expan>Stuart</expan></choice></name> leaving the boat at <name key="name-001387" type="place">Port Said</name>) we bought a couple of hundred best
               <del>ag</del> Turkish cigarettes for 5/- 100, after beating
               <lb/>the merchant down somewhat. I understand you pay about
               <lb/>6d each for these cigarettes in <name key="name-008850" type="place">Sydney</name>. So that's that. And
               <lb/>then coaling having finished &amp; hell for the time being
               <del><gap reason="unclear"/></del>
               <lb/>
               <del><gap reason="unclear"/></del> abrogated &amp; a dark gentleman who had positively guaranteed
               <lb/>
               <del>to</del> on receipt of a sufficient sum in cash
               <add place="supralinear">(which he got)</add> to dive off the
               <lb/>boat deck, swim under the ship to come up
               <add place="supralinear">on</add> the other side
               <lb/>
               <pb xml:id="n9" n="9" corresp="#JCB-007i"/>
               
               <date when="1926-09-29"/>&amp; having failed to do so, on the plea that the water was too dark &amp;
               <lb/>that he would do it first thing in the morning, we gave an
               <choice><orig>in-
               <lb/>adequate</orig><reg>inadequate</reg></choice> blast on our whistle,
               <del>&amp;</del> left the <name key="name-001365" type="place">Canal</name> behind, &amp; moved
               <lb/>into the <name key="name-007453" type="place">Mediterranean</name>. Here, having reached a spot where
               <lb/>
               <del>imagin</del> emotion &amp; the historical imagination began to play
               <lb/>havoc with my brain, I shall call an interval &amp; go up on to
               <lb/>the boat deck on spec of a game of quoit-tennis with the lads
               <lb/>&amp; <name key="name-001989" type="person">Whinfield</name> before dinner.
               <lb/>
            </p>
        <p rend="indent"><name key="name-001580" type="person">McGrath</name> has just come down &amp; said there is nothing doing
               <lb/>upstairs so I suppose I had better get on with my romance.
               <lb/>
            </p>
        <p> 
               Wednesday 29th: I got fed up with writing at that stage &amp; thought
               <lb/>I would finish up after dinner ; so I pounded out the 1st &amp; 3rd
               <choice><abbr>movts.</abbr><expan>movements</expan></choice>
               <lb/>of the <name key="name-110148" type="work">Pathetic Sonata</name> which a gent in the music room said was
               <lb/>very acceptable, viewed another sunset with admiration, fed, &amp; yapped
               <lb/>a bit; &amp; then going into aforesaid music room, was ordered to play
               <lb/>by a fat dictatorial lady from <name key="name-001298" type="place">Melbourne</name> called <name key="name-000968" type="person">Mrs Percy
               <choice><orig><unclear>Turn-</unclear><lb/>bull</orig><reg>Turnbull</reg></choice> Berry</name>, whom I haven't mentioned before &amp; can't be bothered
               <choice><orig>des-
               <lb/>cribing</orig><reg>describing</reg></choice> now; but I will give you a full description some day,
               <lb/>if not epistolary, then in my novel, or if not there in my famous
               <lb/>historical work on the 50th voyage of the <name key="name-008166" type="ship"><choice><abbr>R.M.S.</abbr><expan>Royal Mail Steamer</expan></choice> Osterley</name>, <name key="name-008850" type="place">Sydney</name>
               <lb/>to <name key="name-008904" type="place">London</name>, with remarks on the habits religion &amp; social customs
               <lb/>of the inhabitants thereof. And this morning I decided that
               <lb/>there really wasn't any hurry, as I think the best thing will be
               <lb/>not to post this on the boat but to wait till I get to <name key="name-008904" type="place">London</name> on the
               <lb/>chance of a
               <choice><abbr>NZ</abbr><expan>New Zealand</expan></choice> mail going direct. So I spent the morning
               <lb/>writing the larger part of a magnificent epic in six cantos &amp;
               <lb/>
               <pb xml:id="n10" n="10" corresp="#JCB-007j"/>
               about 200 lines, heroic couplets entitled the Osterliad; this
               <lb/>fine work has for its hero the 3rd officer &amp; is mainly descriptive
               <lb/>of his life, achievements &amp; character, with some account of
               <lb/>the chief actions, meal, &amp; events in which we have jointly
               <lb/>adventured. We are going to present it to him
               <add place="supralinear">at lunch</add> tomorrow with a
               <lb/>box of cigars we all came in on at <name key="name-000883" type="place">Gibraltar</name>,
               <del>lunch</del> that being the
               <lb/>last meal at which we shall see his cheery presence. At the
               <lb/>present moment <name key="name-008716" type="person">Duncan</name> is typing same to the dictation of <name key="name-002117" type="person">Henning</name>
               <lb/>which is a very cheerful sound for the creative artist. I need
               <lb/>hardly remark that the intellectual strain even on such a brain
               <lb/>as mine during the day has been immense. I may send it out
               <lb/>some day for your perusal, if it does not appear in my
               <lb/>collected poetical works; the trouble is that the bright humour
               <lb/>that it radiates, the finish, the wit, the subtle nature of the
               <lb/>mots &amp; ripostes can only be
               <add place="supralinear">fully</add> apparent to one who has lived &amp;
               <del>al</del> eaten in the select circle referred to. However no doubt a
               <lb/>woman of your discernment &amp; sympathetic imagination could
               <lb/>readily penetrate the subtlest of references.
               <lb/>
            </p>
        <p rend="indent">Well, to get back to the <name key="name-007453" type="place">Mediterranean</name>. It was traditionally
               <lb/>blue, but not bluer than the <name key="name-001311" type="place">Red Sea</name> or the <name key="name-001312" type="place">Arabian Sea</name> or
               <lb/>the <name key="name-001315" type="place">Indian Ocean</name>; still it was blue. But we didn't have very
               <lb/>brilliant weather so that may account for it. But jingo, the
               <lb/>deep, profound blue of the really deep sea is about the best
               <lb/>colour in the world; &amp; if you look over the side of the
               <lb/>ship you can see deep clouds of green bubbles breaking in
               <lb/>the wave it throws off. Even in the <name key="name-000100" type="place">Tasman</name> they didn't have
               <lb/>
               <pb xml:id="n11" n="11" corresp="#JCB-007k"/>
               this; neither did we get phosphorescent waves at night. But now I
               <lb/>have seen all the nautical wonders of the world —
               <choice><orig>phosphor-
               <lb/>escence</orig><reg>phosphorescence</reg></choice>, flying fish, porpoises dashing &amp; leaping hither &amp; thither,
               <lb/>ships that pass in the night, likewise those that pass in the day-
               <lb/>time, this, that &amp; the other thing, complete &amp; up to date.
               <del>You can't</del>
               <lb/>What I haven't seen I've heard off at first hand. You can't
               <choice><orig>sur-
               <lb/>prise</orig><reg>surprise</reg></choice> me any more. Well, we didn't do anything in the
               <lb/>
               <name key="name-007453" type="place"><choice><abbr>Med.</abbr><expan>Meditteranean</expan></choice></name> for a couple of days but sail along pleasantly &amp; play
               <lb/>the second games tournament; &amp; here let me say that in this
               <lb/>&amp; other competitions our party was remarkably successful. But
               <lb/>I shall confine myself mainly to my own deeds. I got wiped
               <lb/>out in the first round of nearly all the games, in the second
               <lb/>of quoit-tennis, but aha! in bucket quoits I survived to the
               <lb/>third round then, to the semi final, then to the final, when
               <lb/>I came up against <name key="name-008716" type="person">Duncan</name>. Well in the last throw I had six
               <lb/>quoits to get in to make a break &amp; go on throwing when I
               <lb/>would indubitably have won. Alas!
               <del>mag</del> the strain of the great
               <lb/>contest was beginning to tell on my finely tempered spirit; I only
               <lb/>got four in &amp; we finished up 24, 23, he being the victor by
               <lb/>1 point. He got a silver match-box; I got a bag of lollies, from
               <lb/>which I picked out all the chocolates &amp; gave the rest to him.
               <lb/>Then came a gymkhana, in which
               <del><gap reason="unclear"/></del> by a remarkable
               <choice><orig>combina-
               <lb/>tion</orig><reg>combination</reg></choice> of skill &amp; speed I won the egg &amp; spoon race hands down
               <lb/>for which I got an order for 4/- on the barber's shop, &amp; took it out
               <lb/>in a tobacco pouch. Then the night before we arrived at
               <lb/><name key="name-007454" type="place">Naples</name> came a fancy-dress ball, to which we four lads went
               <lb/>
               <pb xml:id="n12" n="12" corresp="#JCB-007l"/>
               in uniform rig-out as ghosts. We got a lot of cardboard from
               <lb/><name key="name-001989" type="person">Whinfield</name> &amp; made it into oblongular boxes,
               <del>minus</del> minus one
               <lb/>end, <name key="name-001580" type="person"><choice><abbr>McG</abbr><expan>McGrath</expan></choice></name> then painted four ghastly faces on same &amp; we stuck
               <lb/>our heads in them, with eyeholes &amp; ventilation ditto. We then
               <lb/>got four sheets from the steward &amp; draped ourselves artistically
               <lb/>in same &amp; were supplied with four peices of rusty chains by the
               <lb/>faithful <name key="name-001989" type="person">Whinfield</name>. And our state entry into the saloon for
               <lb/>dinner, barefoot, dragging our chains down the stairs with a
               <lb/>terrific clatter &amp; perambulating all round the room to our
               <lb/>table was the chief &amp; cardinal incident of the evening. Well, of
               <lb/>course they weren't prepared with four first places; so we all
               <lb/>got a special prize of a silver matchbox. I got another
               <choice><orig>match-
               <lb/>box</orig><reg>matchbox</reg></choice> for my prowess in the guessing competition; &amp; I was
               <lb/>nearly sending one of these home for you
               <del>to s</del> suitably
               <lb/>inscribed, to show around to your friends; but I reflected
               <lb/>that you had a terrific lot of junk like this around the house
               <lb/>already, &amp; that it would only mean more polishing for <name key="name-110417" type="person">Auntie</name>,
               <lb/>during process of which the silver would probably wear
               <lb/>off; so I put in two bob &amp; swapped it for a
               <add place="supralinear">chic</add> little candlestick;
               <lb/>these things all have the ship's crest on, bar the tobacco pouch.
               <lb/>But Lord knows I am going to pack them all — a problem I
               <lb/>will have to face tomorrow.
               <lb/>
            </p>
        <p rend="indent">Well, one day we came to the hills of <name key="name-001383" type="place">Italy</name> &amp; the straits of
               <choice><orig>Mes-
               <lb/>sina</orig><reg>Messina</reg></choice> &amp; <name key="name-004712" type="place">Siciliy</name> &amp; memories of <name key="name-110144" type="person">Garibaldi</name>, my admiration for that
               <lb/>eminent swashbuckler growing a good deal when I saw the
               <add place="supralinear">sort of</add> country
               <lb/>he fought over; by gum! it is pleasant to get into a part of the
               <lb/>
               <pb xml:id="n13" n="13" corresp="#JCB-007m"/>
               world that has some real history. By the way I can only regard
               <lb/>the Scylla &amp; Charybdis yarns as gross exaggerations of the truth; I
               <lb/>couldn't see whirlpools or rocks enough to sink an old tin-can,
               <lb/>let alone the noble <name key="name-110149" type="person">Ulysses</name>. This merely confirms the opinion
               <lb/>I have held for a long time, that the ancients were great liars —
               <lb/>But what we saw were hummer hills, with vineyards growing on
               <lb/>them, or perhaps olive groves, &amp; Roman aqueducts &amp; ruined castles,
               <lb/>&amp; an old fortress on a
               <del>rock</del> cliff, &amp; river-torrents, &amp; a fleet of
               <lb/>fishing-boats &amp; dozens of small sailing-ships, &amp; everything
               <lb/>else that could contribute to excite &amp; enlarge the romantic
               <lb/>mind. However we didn't stop for this, but went straight
               <lb/>on to <name key="name-007454" type="place">Naples</name>, which we reached one night at 11pm being
               <lb/>due to depart again at 2; &amp; it was 12 before the Dagos
               <choice><orig>return-
               <lb/>ing</orig><reg>returning</reg></choice> home got their passports fixed up &amp; we who didn't have
               <lb/>to get anything fixed up were allowed to go on shore. Now it's
               <lb/>a very funny thing that these foreign countries who are supposed
               <lb/>to be so particular about these details, let us casual visitors
               <lb/>land without any formality at all; while the only places at
               <lb/>which we have to show out darned passports are the two lands
               <lb/>of freedom, <name key="name-001067" type="place">Ceylon</name> &amp; <name key="name-004019" type="place">England</name>. They didn't look at them at
               <lb/><name key="name-000883" type="place">Gibraltar</name>, so obviously the whole business is a
               <unclear>footling</unclear> waste
               <lb/>of time &amp; money. We were allowed on shore at last,
               <lb/>saying good bye here to one or two of our brightest &amp; best
               <lb/>&amp; likewise to some of our worst duds, &amp; taking on board
               <lb/>a few newcomers. We thought we would see all we could
               <lb/>for the time of night, so we hired a car &amp; a guide, who
               <lb/>
               <pb xml:id="n14" n="14" corresp="#JCB-007n"/>
               was greatly impressed with the value of his own services, for
               <lb/>
               <del>16/-</del>
               <add place="supralinear">10/-</add> each &amp; ran all over the town. They say it is one of the
               <lb/>chief seats &amp; repositories of dirt in <name key="name-001383" type="place">Italy</name>, but it looked all right
               <lb/>by moonlight, &amp; the moon was full. We went round the
               <lb/>waterfront &amp; up hills in two different directions, where
               <lb/>we looked at the city &amp; the dim outline of <name key="name-120140" type="place">Vesuvius</name>,
               <lb/>which was smoking away quite impressively. (I forgot
               <lb/>to mention
               <name type="place"><unclear>Stromboli</unclear></name>, an
               <del>impressive</del>
               <add place="supralinear">impassive</add> gaunt looking place
               <lb/>which we passed the day before, or it may have been the
               <lb/>same morning; why anybody wants to go &amp; live there is more
               <lb/>than I can
               <del>see</del> understand; also <name key="name-110151" type="place">Capri</name> stirred me up, &amp;
               <lb/>various other islands we passed, either before or after
               <lb/><name key="name-007454" type="place">Naples</name>) We hopped out of the car beneath an old castle (built
               <lb/>1301 according to our guide) &amp; I really felt that I had got
               <lb/>real history at last. They certainly built their castles for
               <choice><orig>per-
               <lb/>manence</orig><reg>permanence</reg></choice>. And we passed another fortress (1302) &amp;
               <choice><orig>convent-
               <lb/>ed</orig><reg>convented</reg></choice> monasteries &amp; dozens of newly-built blocks of flats
               <del><gap reason="unclear"/></del> -&amp;
               <lb/>they were
               <del>jolly</del> jolly good too. If
               <choice><abbr><name key="name-008844" type="place">W'gton</name></abbr><expan>Wellington</expan></choice> could build flats
               <lb/>like these I shouldn't mind going &amp; living in one. And the
               <lb/>colours they use are delightful. While according to <name key="name-001580" type="person"><choice><abbr>McG</abbr><expan>McGrath</expan></choice></name>
               <lb/><name key="name-007454" type="place">Naples</name> is supposed to be (besides the dirtiest) one of the feeblest
               <lb/>cities in <name key="name-001383" type="place">Italy</name> as regards modern architecture. Well, I'm
               <lb/>going to <name key="name-001383" type="place">Italy</name> anyhow. We managed to decipher various
               <lb/>Fascist notices &amp; calls to duty; &amp; succeeded in repelling
               <lb/>the efforts of the guide to get us into the can-can. We told him
               <lb/>we had come from <name key="name-001387" type="place">Port Said</name>, which finally shut him up —
               <lb/>
               <pb xml:id="n15" n="15" corresp="#JCB-007o"/>
               but not before he had explained that the idea was to give in
               <lb/>living form the delightful poses characteristic of the wall paintings
               <lb/>of <name key="name-001224" type="place">Pompeii</name>. I pointed out to the lads that this was an excellent,
               <choice><orig>per-
               <lb/>haps</orig><reg>perhaps</reg></choice> unique in their experience, opportunity to study history in
               <lb/>the flesh, &amp; that historical study was now growing in importance,
               <lb/>being undoubtedly the chief of the modern humanities; but it was
               <lb/>no good, they were all hard at work thinking of their Aunties.
               <lb/>So that was the second chance we missed; &amp; when we woke up
               <lb/>in the morning we were at sea.
               <lb/>
            </p>
        <p rend="indent">And then we came to <name key="name-001576" type="place">Toulon</name> for another three hours, lost
               <lb/>most of our original passengers, &amp; took on a huge number of tourists
               <lb/>&amp; excursionists, a good many from the Ouvieto, also in
               <choice><orig>har-
               <lb/>bour</orig><reg>harbour</reg></choice>; these people for the sake of a sea-voyage I suppose come
               <lb/>out in one boat as far as <name key="name-001576" type="place">Toulon</name> &amp; go back in the homeward
               <lb/>bound one. Funny way of spending a holiday. Of course they
               <lb/>get plenty of dancing &amp; the opportunity of being sea-sick. But
               <lb/>what with this lot &amp; a big crowd we picked up at <name key="name-000883" type="place">Gibraltar</name>
               <lb/>it makes the ship too darn full for us — too much like an
               <lb/>old-world-population-problem. They have to have two
               <lb/>sittings for lunch &amp; dinner &amp; we have had to fight for our
               <lb/>
               <del>bre</del> usual breakfast seats against two ancient doddering
               <choice><orig>par-
               <lb/>sons</orig><reg>parsons</reg></choice> — it resolves itself into a race to see who can get
               <lb/>there first, somebody invariably being left out; but the
               <choice><orig>par-
               <lb/>sons</orig><reg>parsons</reg></choice> always arrive among the first four, being keen on their
               <lb/>food in spite of extreme age. They induce a certain gloom also
               <lb/>where there was festivity; you can't argue when you are scattered
               <lb/>
               <pb xml:id="n16" n="16" corresp="#JCB-007p"/>
               &amp;
               <del>that</del> they are far too old to make it worth while pulling their
               <lb/>legs. I'm willing to bet they've never heard of <unclear>Dear lipe</unclear>. So
               <lb/>much for population problems. Except that as the old crowd
               <lb/>have the second sitting, it is very annoying not to be able to
               <lb/>get our usual possy in the lounge for coffee after dinner.
               <lb/>At <name key="name-001576" type="place">Toulon</name> we didn't do much but observe life. We had to leave
               <lb/><name key="name-002117" type="person">Henning</name> at the Customs <choice><abbr>dept</abbr><expan>department</expan></choice> seeing about some bag
               <del>s</del> he was
               <lb/>sending to <name key="name-008686" type="place">Paris</name> &amp; wandered up the streets — we had only an hour
               <lb/>actually on shore — bought a few papers, the die-hard ones &amp; the
               <lb/>celebrated Communist rag <name key="name-110152" type="work">"L'Humanit
               <del>i</del>é"</name> at a shop where
               <lb/><name key="name-001580" type="person"><choice><abbr>McG</abbr><expan>McGrath</expan></choice></name> was amazed to find that the woman didn't speak English.
               <lb/>I did the punchasing in my best linguistic manner, &amp; was
               <lb/>delighted to find that when i said "deux" she knew that I
               <lb/>meant two. We also bought some stunner books, about <choice><orig>maga-
               <lb/>zine</orig><reg>magazine</reg></choice> size, in a new series, good paper &amp; type, all illustrated
               <lb/>with first-class woodcuts — <name key="name-001580" type="person"><choice><abbr>McG</abbr><expan>McGrath</expan></choice></name> nearly went mad over
               <lb/>these. I bought Marie-Claire &amp; <name key="name-110153" type="person">Flaubert</name>'s <name key="name-110154" type="work">"Trois Contes"</name>, Mac
               <lb/>three or four just for the pictures — they were 3 francs or 3 ½
               <lb/>2/6 – 3/- in pre-war currency; now equal to 6d or 7d.
               <lb/>The British are on a win in <name key="name-008009" type="place">France</name>
               <del>ll</del> all right. We then
               <lb/>thought we would sit down outside a café in the correct
               <lb/>style &amp; break a bottle of wine between us; which we did
               <lb/>at what seemed the ridiculous price of 15 francs — 3d glass;
               <lb/>on working out which we felt very pleased with ourselves,
               <lb/>till <name key="name-001989" type="person">Whinfield</name> said we shouldn't on any account have paid
               <lb/>more than a franc. But 2d for 9 glasses seemed trading
               <lb/>
               <pb xml:id="n17" n="17" corresp="#JCB-007q"/>
               a bit too much on the Gallic generosity of our gallant allies. How
               <lb/>ever it was apparently they who did the trading. Anyhow the
               <lb/>garçon was all that a French waiter in the flesh ought to be;
               <lb/>&amp; he also understood my abbreviated demands for vin rouge.
               <lb/><name key="name-008716" type="person">Duncan</name> &amp; I <del>fe</del> decided to feign drunkeness for the benefit
               <lb/>of <name key="name-001414" type="person">Miss Rowe</name> when we got back to the ship, as she had been
               <lb/>telling us what a devil she was thought to be at <name key="name-001415" type="organisation">Canterbury
               <lb/>College</name> &amp; how she had really &amp; truly once been drunk at the
               <lb/>Hermitage; but we put so much energy into our rehearsal that,
               <lb/>though we had Mac biting a bit during same we didn't have
               <lb/>enough strength left to simulate the after-effects of an orgy
               <lb/>when it came to lunch-time. You're damn bad <unclear>minces</unclear> <choice><orig>any-
               <lb/>how</orig><reg>anyhow</reg></choice>, says <name key="name-001989" type="person">Whinfield</name>. But I decided to go to <name key="name-008009" type="place">France</name>, also;
               <lb/>not for the vin rouge
               <add place="supralinear">of</add> which
               <add place="supralinear">it</add> would take about a barrel to make
               <lb/>a flea stagger, but on the strength of the cobbled streets &amp; cheerful
               <lb/>waiters of <name key="name-001576" type="place">Toulon</name>. The hills round the harbour are a good deal
               <lb/>like parts of
               <choice><abbr>NZ</abbr><expan>New Zealand</expan></choice> too; though not so much as those on both
               <lb/>sides of the <name key="name-020758" type="place">Straits of Messina</name>. I say my first submarine
               <lb/>at <name key="name-001576" type="place">Toulon</name> too; also some antique-looking battleships that the
               <lb/>Duchess could run down.
               <lb/>
            </p>
        <p rend="indent">Well, then we sailed away from the pleasant land
               <lb/>of <name key="name-008009" type="place">France</name> to <name key="name-007594" type="place">Spain</name> &amp; <name key="name-000883" type="place">Gibraltar</name>. I won't enlarge on <name key="name-000883" type="place">Gibraltar</name>,
               <lb/>of which we didn't see a great deal; we only put in an hour
               <lb/>there, I bought two <name key="name-110155" type="work">Times <choice><abbr>Litt. Supps.</abbr><expan>Literary Supplements</expan></choice></name> &amp; climbed up above the old
               <lb/>ramparts on to the hill behind &amp; walked down the main street,
               <lb/>but
               <del>s</del> that's about all. We put in 2 ½ <choice><abbr>hrs</abbr><expan>hours</expan></choice> going across the bay
               <lb/>
               <pb xml:id="n18" n="18" corresp="#JCB-007r"/>
               to <name key="name-110156" type="place">Algeçiras</name> to have a look at <name key="name-007594" type="place">Spain</name>. Well, <name key="name-007594" type="place">Spain</name> I am also going
               <lb/>to later on. A bright little town, <name key="name-110156" type="place">Algeçiras</name>, with a cathedral,
               <lb/>&amp; numerous very tastefully dressed soldiers, &amp; equally numerous
               <lb/>small boys whose only English word was "penny" &amp; who for
               <lb/>some reason clustered
               <del>all</del> almost exclusivley round <name key="name-002117" type="person">Henning</name>; <choice><orig>al-
               <lb/>though</orig><reg>although</reg></choice> there was a
               <add place="supralinear">critical</add> period when loud shouts from me of Vaya
               <lb/>al diavolo! Get out! Go to blazes! Imshi! seemed to have very
               <lb/>little effect. But <name key="name-002117" type="person">Henning</name> made the fatal mistake of putting
               <lb/>his hand in his pocket &amp; producing an ancient cancelled <choice><orig>Span-
               <lb/>ish</orig><reg>Spanish</reg></choice> coin they worked off on us at <name key="name-001576" type="place">Toulon</name>. I put my hand
               <lb/>in my pocket also (loud cheers) but all I produced was
               <lb/>my handkerchief, with which I wiped my face quite <choice><orig>unfin-
               <lb/>ancially</orig><reg>unfinancially</reg></choice>.
               <add place="supralinear">(groans)</add> The place is up &amp; down little hills all over the place,
               <lb/>the streets all cobbled, traction almost exclusively per donkeys
               <lb/>&amp; mules, though there were a few decrepit looking carriages &amp;
               <lb/>one or two motor-lorries for purposes of commerce. Everything
               <lb/>ambled rather than ran, &amp; slouched rather than walked. There
               <lb/>were numerous little pubs, i.e. casas; kids whose simplicity
               <lb/>in dress seemed to consist mainly in the presence of a shirt
               <lb/>but the absence of trousers or the female substitute; women in
               <lb/>mantillas, but betraying
               <del>na</del> no sign of romantic sounthern beauty;
               <lb/>balconies galore, but nothing attractive-looking from them; &amp;
               <lb/>men who might have stepped straight out of "Romance". There was
               <lb/>also an amiable gentlemen who once more wanted to show us
               <lb/>the can-can; but him we turned down again, though it appears
               <lb/>probable that the thought of out aunties will at this rate become
               <lb/>
               <pb xml:id="n19" n="19" corresp="#JCB-007s"/>
               so familiar as to lose its efficacy.
               <lb/>
            </p>
        <p rend="indent">I pause here to say that Eddystone is bright on the port side,
               <lb/>with two or three other minor lights strung out very low down
               <lb/>below it. Can this really be <name key="name-004019" type="place">England</name>? Well, well, well, well, well.
               <lb/>And we'll wake up in the morning &amp; find ourselves in <name key="name-001520" type="place">Plymouth</name>
               <lb/>harbour. I can feel my inside quivering already. So <name key="name-008716" type="person">Duncan</name>
               <lb/>&amp; <name key="name-002117" type="person">Henning</name> having finished theor arduous labours, we are going to
               <lb/>have a drink on the strength of it — But only lemon squash.
               <lb/>
            </p>
        <p rend="indent">At <name key="name-110156" type="place">Algeçiras</name> we also investigated the cathedral, such as it
               <lb/>is; numerous effigies of saints, virgins, crucified Christs &amp; so on,
               <lb/>dressed in real clothes, with lace handkerchiefs, or extremely
               <lb/>bloody hands &amp; knees; the Mick church certainly goes in for a <choice><orig>real-
               <lb/>istic</orig><reg>realistic</reg></choice> art. We arrived just in time for a christening, very <choice><orig>in-
               <lb/>teresting</orig><reg>interesting</reg></choice>, but requiring a painter to discribe in the half-light
               <lb/>with candles burning, rather than me, consummate master of
               <lb/>words though I doubtless am. The priest mumbled, &amp; the
               <lb/>kid, about the size of a nine-pin, squalled &amp; the father looked
               <lb/>proud &amp; glad, &amp; a vicious organ squealed &amp; yelped the whole
               <lb/>time, from start to finish. And everybody went away <choice><orig>satis-
               <lb/>fied</orig><reg>satisfied</reg></choice>, including us, who had seen superstition in its native
               <lb/>haunts. Then we ambled round in the dust &amp; the sun to
               <lb/>the superior part of the town, past fishermen's houses to the
               <lb/>villas
               <add place="supralinear">&amp; gardens</add> of the great &amp; the hotel where the celebrated conference
               <lb/>was held that helped to cause the Great War: &amp; so back to our
               <lb/>motor-boat, in which we proceeded to <name key="name-000883" type="place">Gibraltar</name>. It was a
               <lb/>beautiful Sunday afternoon &amp; the white houses of <name key="name-110156" type="place">Algeçiras</name>
               <lb/>
               <pb xml:id="n20" n="20" corresp="#JCB-007t"/>
               showed up well against the dark hills as we receded. And we
               <lb/>had the launch &amp; two stalwart bronzed Spaniards at our
               <lb/>disposal for the whole afternoon for 5/- each. And the <name key="name-007453" type="place"><choice><orig>Med-
               <lb/>iterranean</orig><reg>Mediterranean</reg></choice></name> looked divine.
               <lb/>
            </p>
        <p rend="indent">Then at 7 o'clock we drew out from <name key="name-000883" type="place">Gibraltar</name> &amp; I quoted
               <lb/><name key="name-110157" type="person">Browning</name> melodramatically &amp; after dinner we entered on the
               <lb/><name key="name-006366" type="place">Atlantic</name> &amp; I saw a fresh ocean. Since when I have seen
               <lb/>no other. The <name key="name-006366" type="place">Atlantic</name> sunsets have equalled the best of
               <lb/>previous days, the sea has been as smooth, the <name key="name-001491" type="person">Bay of Biscay</name>
               <lb/>the smoothest of the lot, <name key="name-001989" type="person">Whinfield</name> &amp; I versus <name key="name-008716" type="person">Duncan</name> &amp;
               <lb/><name key="name-002117" type="person">Henning</name> have had soome good games of tennis; &amp; we have
               <lb/>seen the finish of our picture shows with Terence the
               <lb/>Troublesome Tike for the time being in the ascendant, the
               <lb/>serial brought to a triumphant &amp; morally gratifying conclusion,
               <lb/>the final clutch in romantic circumstances on board a
               <lb/>liner
               <del>outward</del>
               <add>homeward</add> bound from <name key="name-001387" type="place">Port Said</name>, the villians satisfactorily
               <lb/>dead or suffering under their correct nemesis (or nemises or
               <lb/>neminises): &amp; <name key="name-004151" type="person">Harold Lloyd</name> has performed in the last of
               <lb/>his antique comedies on this trip. So all things draw to a
               <lb/>close. Two more breakfasts, one more lunch, one more
               <lb/>dinner, &amp; I shall be finished with this ship. A melancholy
               <lb/>thought, considering the standard of the meals. I send you
               <lb/>two or three menus for you to see how I progress. I am getting
               <lb/>a bit tight round the waistcoat anyhow. It will be a bit of a
               <lb/>crash to come down to baching after this.
               <lb/>
            </p>
        <p rend="indent"><name key="name-001580" type="person"><choice><abbr>McG</abbr><expan>McGrath</expan></choice></name> has just done a lightning caricature of me which
               <lb/>I enclose also. And the ship has stopped to wait for the tide before
               <lb/>going into <name key="name-001520" type="place">Plymouth</name>. Close on midnight. 12.15 We're here. <name key="name-001520" type="place">Plymouth</name> <choice><abbr>Har</abbr><expan>Harbour</expan></choice>
               <lb/>   on the port bow.
               <lb/>
               <pb xml:id="n21" n="21" corresp="#JCB-007u"/>
               
               Oct 1st. here we are, stuck ignobly in a fog in the <name key="name-006507" type="place">Thames</name> estuary
               <lb/>after an over-night packing &amp; an early breakfast &amp; expectations of
               <lb/>being off the ship by about 10; &amp; now it is ¼ to 11, &amp; someone
               <lb/>says we have missed the tide; while
               <add place="supralinear">I can hear</add> the quartermaster
               <choice><orig>sound-
               <lb/>ing</orig><reg>sounding</reg></choice>, &amp; every now &amp; then the ship blows off steam
               <choice><orig>lugubrious-
               <lb/>ly</orig><reg>lugubriously</reg></choice> &amp; the bell bangs &amp; clangs away. We left <name key="name-001520" type="place">Plymouth</name> very
               <lb/>early yesterday morning &amp; anchored off the
               <unclear>Nore</unclear> early this <choice><orig>morn-
               <lb/>ing</orig><reg>morning</reg></choice> to wait for aforesaid tide. The <name key="name-110158" type="place">Channel</name> was as smooth as
               <lb/>this paper &amp; the sight of <name key="name-004019" type="place">England</name> very stimulating; but when
               <lb/>we shall actually feel its hallowed soil beneath
               our <choice><orig>sacrileg-
               <lb/>ious</orig><reg>sacrilegious</reg></choice> feet I don't know.
            </p>
        <p rend="indent">We handed over the Epic &amp; the cigars yesterday at lunch
               <lb/>with great éclat, &amp; the great man seemed extremely bucked,
               <lb/>so that is all right. He gave us a cigar each, too; so we
               <lb/>were likewise bucked.
            </p>
        <p rend="indent">I got my packing done pretty successfully
               this time, <choice><orig>ex-
               <lb/>cept</orig><reg>except</reg></choice> that I have to strap my rug &amp; dressing gown &amp; cushion on
               <lb/>to the outside of my suitcase, &amp; get <name key="name-002117" type="person">Henning</name> to transport
               <lb/>a pair of shoes. I had a final gorge off <name key="name-110417" type="person">Auntie</name>'s biscuits for
               <lb/>breakfast this morning &amp; gave the small remainder away, not
               <lb/>wishing to have to cart a tin around with me. They were very
               <lb/>good biscuits &amp; retained their savour remarkably well.
               <lb/>
            </p>
        <p rend="indent">On going to bed last night I
               <del>find</del> found my cabin
               <choice><orig>fes-
               <lb/>tooned</orig><reg>festooned</reg></choice> with green streamers, the life-belt tied to the electric-
               <lb/>fan, biscuits in my shoes &amp; pyjama pocket &amp; under the pillow,
               <lb/>a skull &amp; crossbones
               <unclear>drored</unclear> on the looking-glass in toothpaste
               <lb/>
               <pb xml:id="n22" n="22" corresp="#JCB-007v"/>
               &amp; a glassful of a horrible mixture of water, some cough-
               <lb/>cure of <name key="name-008716" type="person">Duncan</name>'s, tooth-paste &amp; a liberal sprinkling of shaving-
               <lb/>powder. And when I went &amp; woke up <name key="name-008716" type="person">Duncan</name> &amp; put his
               <lb/>boots in his wash basin &amp; turned the tap on he swore at me!
               <lb/>This is how we celebrate the the beginning of the conquest of the
               <lb/>Old World. And this is all to date. I suppose we shall be
               <lb/>having lunch on board now, no doubt much to the steward's
               <lb/>disgust.
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        <p rend="indent">I hope you are looking after yourself with the meticulous
               <lb/>care for which you are not celebrated. I send my love to
               <lb/>all &amp; sundry &amp; close here lest I should have no time to
               <lb/>do so later on.
            </p>
        <closer>With said love I am etc
               <signed><name key="name-207379" type="person">Jack</name>.</signed>
	     </closer>
        <closer>P.S. You might tell Joe I have read
                  <del>Sect</del> <name key="name-110159" type="person">Mencken</name>'s
                  <lb/>book &amp; enjoyed it very much; also
                  <del>it</del> leant it to
                  <name key="name-001989" type="person"><choice><orig>Whin-
                  <lb/>field</orig><reg>Whinfield</reg></choice></name>, who lent it to the rest of the bridge, I hear; so he
                  <lb/>has contributed much to the gaiety &amp; instruction of the nations.
                  <lb/>I have just about read all <name key="name-001544" type="person">Hardy</name>'s collected poems, too, &amp;
                  <lb/>nearly a book on history, so I'm not doing badly — about
                  <lb/>4 books in 6 weeks.
               </closer>
        <closer>P.P.S. I should have sent <name key="name-110000" type="person">Daddy</name> birthday felicitations
                  <lb/>before now, but I do herewith. If we ever arrive in
                  <lb/><name key="name-008904" type="place">London</name> I shall send something else. I have forgotten the
                  <lb/>date of Frannie's Birthday, but anyhow I daresay the Customs
                  <lb/>birds will pinch <name key="name-008915" type="person">Keithles</name>' parcel.
                  <lb/>
                  <lb/>   2/10/26 Saturday: 1st morning in <name key="name-008904" type="place">London</name> — <choice><abbr>S.</abbr><expan>South</expan></choice> Kensington: so far so good
                  <lb/><signed><choice><abbr><name key="name-207379" type="person">J.</name></abbr><expan>John Cawte Beaglehole</expan></choice></signed>
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