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July 31st '98 My Dear Girls Have you cool weather? You away off in the north of N. America and I in Eastern Cuba, you can hardly appreciate my situation, but I can yours, for you see I know what your east winds blow up, and there you have ice when the temperature is of that degree which declares that the thermometer has attained the highest bearing possible, but O! that is a Chicago charm that lies beyond two seas; here we take on the rocks and Army officials walk about like common recruits even walking in Cuban