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of the Customs Department, the hotel people, 

 the cashier of the Bank of Commerce — who 

 cashed our checks for several thousand dol- 

 lars — and the lady in the post-office all treated 

 us most courteously and kindly. 



The morning that we left we went to the 

 post-office to see if there was any mail. There 

 was not. We had received a large bundle of 

 letters and papers when we arrived in White 

 Horse two days before, so were not much dis- 

 appointed. 



The crates were not finished until nearly 

 nine o'clock, and the train was to start at 9.30. 

 There was much hurrying to and fro. A con- 

 sul had to be seen, many papers had to be 

 signed, and during all this bustle I noticed the 

 young postmistress in the station standing pa- 

 tiently, apparently waiting a chance to speak 

 to me. So when I had an opportunity I went 

 over to her. Two letters had turned up since 

 I had been in the post-office, and she had put 

 herself to the trouble of bringing them to me. 

 As each missive was from a member of my 

 family at home, you can imagine how much I 

 appreciated her kindness. 



Our precious crates had been loaded upon 

 a car, but the train started without the car. 

 There was another hunting party to come 



