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on - and two damned cool to suit my taste. I paced and cracked rox for 
4-1/2 hours & spent the balance of the day plotting. No startling 
discoveries but the map is about half done. 
Tonight our 5th chicken came in! I had Willy carry it -- anything for a 
change! I'll be crowing and laying eggs if this keeps up much longer! 
Each night I have my bath on the Chinaman's little cement laundry & as 
I scrub I listen to Chinese Victrola records (I dare not call it [[underline]] 
music! [[/underline]]) The Chinaman speaks no English (except numbers 
plus the words "shilling" "sixpence" and "threepence"!) and my Chinese 
isn't all it might be but we get on 
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well with a few words of Fijian (the three most important being "Mlula! 
and "Sisili" and "Mothe"!) 
Our canoe is now three days overdue -- 1 begin to get a touch of "ants" 
every time I think about it. If they let me down I am in a pickle indeed as 
there is not a single large canoe here at present. But, something will turn 
up -- I'm always lucky! 
You must be nearing Honolulu. I hope you found some congenial 
company on board and didn't draw a seat with any "Grumble-Groves"! 
The grog has been musically pounded -- 
Mlula mlalava! 
Harry 
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Harry Ladd - Diary and field notes, 1934 - Vol. 1 
Transcribed and Reviewed by Digital Volunteers 
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