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It is so strange a change that were one to stop & think he would become melancholy to the extreme, but we do not think, to do so would make us cowards.

Overhead the skies a bright & blue, everyone save a few grumblers are bright & happy. Underfoot the green grass reminds us of home – way up country where life was gay & free of care.

Later Our 1st 11 won by 10 runs, our second lost, due mainly to my mistake in changing the bowling.

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