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neither of us was sick. I shall write you again as 
soon as we get into the canal. 
Ros. joins in love to all. 
Ever your affectionate son, 
Tom. 
P. & O. S. S. Moldavia, October 24, 1906. 
Dear Sal : 
Many thanks for the pins; I have already found 
that they come in very handy and I can assure you 
that I did not open the box until my birthday. As 
you said ‘‘Open with eare’’ I did so and the rice was 
not scattered about, as you had hoped. Today I have 
set both eyes and feet on Africa. The Osiris, the P. 
& O. boat which connects with the Indian Mail steam- 
er, got us into Port Said at 7.20 or thereabouts this 
morning. She ran alongside of this boat and they put 
gang planks down and such a set of men came to take 
the mails and luggage off as you never saw. I should 
think they represented all the wildest nations of the 
world. They were all brown in color, barefooted with 
hammered silver rings on their toes and ankles, and 
very scantily clothed in frightfully dirty pajamas or 
else a sort of draped tunic of many colors. They all 
wore either turbans of many colors or the regular red 
Mohammedan fez with black silk tassel. They talked 
like lightning, a most peculiar language, and fought 
like brutes. We took many photographs of them, 
which I trust will come out. Katherina attended to 
our luggage and we went ashore and saw the town of 
Port Said. It is built on a flat sandy beach, entirely 
treeless and lacking in vegetation. The houses look 
like those very queer make-believe Oriental structures 
