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overworked, and it was but natural they should 

 like to go to bed at 10 o'clock, or be free to 

 wander in the woods or along the foreshore 

 with the special young man of the moment. 



By making love to the manageress and the 

 Chinese cook, I generally succeeded in finding 

 something to eat if I was late, but I often 

 had to forage for myself in the kitchen, and 

 on one occasion came back to find a plate 

 of very indifferent sandwiches laid out for 

 supper. 



Morning tea in one's bedroom was pro- 

 hibited. I should therefore advise any one 

 addicted to the habit of early morning tea, 

 to provide himself with a " Thermos " bottle, 

 and fill it overnight — besides which, if very 

 enthusiastic, a start might sometimes be made 

 at 4 a.m., when a cup of hot tea and a biscuit 

 make all the difference to one's feelings of 

 comfort. 



The hotel was a strange mixture of civiliza- 

 tion and discomfort. 



We had written menus of which I give a 

 specimen below, but I had to grease my own 

 boots and wash my own clothes, until I found 

 an Indian squaw in the adjoining village who 

 for an exorbitant charge relieved me of my 

 washing, though I greased my boots till the 

 end of my stay. 



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