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[Page 49]

[Thursday 17 February 1916]

I am having some quaint experiences in the Bedouin Houses, where we patrol & each place kills a Cock & we eat it almost hot, all with our fingers, & seated on the ground.
Our Guide the Marmoor every night says tres fatigue, they are very poor horsemen-
The AMP Society would raise my premium if they knew the filthy cups of coffee we are forced to drink for fear of offending the friendlies.

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