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42Bea drove all the way with me in my dog-cart. It <strong>was</strong> the cool season so we did not sufferfrom he<strong>at</strong>. Our first stop <strong>was</strong> <strong>at</strong> a place called Sanjewar where we had tiffin (lunch). Aftertiffin the servants went ahead in the bullock-gharries to the next stopping place, Integau,while we rested and followed in the cool of the evening. <strong>The</strong> same procedure <strong>was</strong>followed next day, when we arrived <strong>at</strong> Pegu in the evening, having stopped <strong>at</strong> Kyauktanfar tiffin. (<strong>The</strong> photographs on this page were found among a collection of papersrecording the family’s Pegu trip)Next day we started on our return journey to Rangoon by the same route. It <strong>was</strong> a mostdelightful trip and is recorded in a poem composed by Cecil Lowis and myself, a copy ofwhich I still have. It <strong>was</strong> a trip I shall never forget.About this time I got a cable announcing my f<strong>at</strong>her's de<strong>at</strong>h. It appears he had anotherstroke, but suffered no pain. Poor old man, his life after his business failure cannot havebeen a very happy one.
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