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[Page 57]

Jly 29 crossing the mouth of the Harbour; old Sol has gone to rest full half an hour since, & a sea mist is creeping slowly in. Soon the outermost cliffs will be hidden from view, & I guess things will be getting a wee bit damp. Almost I can imagine myself back in dear old Tamworth – sitting in the same old easy chair & gazing out over the familiar hills. The tide is setting in, & there is just the slightest breeze – enough only to ripple the surface of the water, & make one forget the heat of the fast fading day –

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