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much but on Market St. at the ferry depot the street cars made considerable racket.

I asked a condutor which car to take and he told me all about it. I got aquainted with that fellow sitting behind me in the train comming from L. A. and he proved to be a traveling Englishman on his way home by way of Canadian Pacific R.R. We played cars that night till about 10 oclock and then went to bed. It's hot stuff traveling I wish I could travel all the time.

I am in a fine family here. It reminds me of home. There a piano downstairs but I don't know who plays it. Good bye.

Emil