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coffee. The coffee was hot and
that is all you could say for it.

There were twenty one posts
on the guard that were enough
for a camp twice the size. A
couple of months later it was
cut to three posts. While
I was confined to camp I
couldn't bare to see all the
good moonlight nights go
to waist, so Herb. Kendall,
or Charlie Grant, and I used-
to run the guard and go
for walks in the evening
in the country. We got
away with it allright, but
nearly got caught several
times.

About two weeks after
our arrival I got a room