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he felt for awhile in case they were not invited to play with the best. At first the Rugby! Held off but when they discovered what a fine clean game they played. They asked them on to their field – that mad him quite happy and proud of his venture. A few days ago he was talking of it to some Maories at a camp at Bornemouth – and they knew all about it though they could not have been born at the time. Such a well informed Travelled man I thought could advice me of a nice place to go to in Devonshire and he did too – but first of all he said while here not to miss seeing another little fishing village called Newlyn and Lands End. I started off next morning with the best intentions of following his advise – and actually bought my ticket – then as I sat on the platform waiting for the train I had a warning to be wise and take things quietly. I was vexed to think (though only slight) that I had a return of the old tiredness, so that's when an up bound train for Exeter steamed in first I got into that instead – I am sure when I gave my ticket to the Porter to use that he thought me a bit magroon – and occasionally came to the window on the way to see that things were all right but I had the carriage to myself & so was able to lie down.

By the way on Sunday evening I wandered up to a prominent looking monument on top of the hill partly to get the view & partly to learn what the land mark was – but there was nothing to indicate what it was, so seeing a man who looked like a real Cornishman asked him."Oh (he said) that be the place where our great Lord Nelson was buried I felt puzzled for a moment until I remembered

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