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at excessive length, but for the last three months the company has been my family and friends, and parting with them makes me feel as miserable as a bandicoot on crutches. These big English camps are not cheerful places. There are interminable rows of huts, holding 30 men each, with wide dusty spaces between the rows. Everything is covered with white dust owing to a month's drought. In the wet weather the mud will be appalling. This is the camp where the Canadians lost such a lot of men from pneumonia. The nights are quite cold, and the days hot and muggy.

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