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had already been published. It seems to have received very little
attention.
It was another month before Holmes was to go 'on safari' and
life at Mosuril settled down to something of a monotony:
I like the life here very well. We are entirely a bachelor party
and yet, through the services of the natives, we manage to
get along very well without any of the fair sex! We generally
arise about 6.30, being awakened by a servant bringing tea
at 6. After a copious bath and shave (hair grows terrifically
here) we breakfast at seven. Then commences the day's work.
At 12.30 we have a four or five course lunch and are waited
upon by three Somali boys arrayed in spotless white garments
like shirts. One dish we always get is curry. After the first
two days I managed to persuade myself that I liked it, and
under pressure of hunger and the fact that it is one of the
commonest camp foods, I have gradually evolved a liking for
what was at first repulsive-looking green stuff.
Every afternoon we all go down to the sea and bathe. Then
home again to afternoon tea! I am growing a huge tea drinker.
The water alone is not very nice, having been boiled, so what
we do is to drink tea to every meal, with coffee for a change at
dinner. This we have at 7 in the evening and make it last a
long time: sitting afterwards and listening to stories of the veldt
and of hunting, told by the older men of our establishment.
It was around such a camp fire that he had his first lessons
on 'investing' that were to stand him in such good stead, once
he earned enough money to invest.
Occasional sorties into the hinterland were an excitement that
broke up the routine:
On Friday I took a servant, well laden with our water bot-
tles (filled with cold tea) and tins of fresh meat and bread etc.,
and set off about 6 a.m. to geologise in the district. I'm afraid
 
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