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A troopship is always a troopship – a thing to be endured – and our deck was below the horse deck & we were as usual packed like sardines so it only saw me at mealtimes, at night I took my blankets up on deck preferring the chilliness to the stuffiness.

We had good weather except for the last 2 days when it was a bit choppy & wet – and on Saturday morning six days after leaving Alex. we steamed in at daybreak to Marseilles passing (so I was pointed out) the Island of the Castle of Monte Christo on our way in

We unloaded the horses & tied them up on the quay while we unloaded our baggage then moved across to our train. The Railway Siding was only a few hundred

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