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Nov 12

Dear mother, dad, & sister,

Some news which is really no news at all. We've been moved again —— but only from one staging area to a worse one. We're now situated some hundreds of miles north of our previous encampment, bringing us that much nearer the torrid zone. But it's still the midst of spring, the nights are cold, the heat of the day is modulated by pleasantly cool breezes, and the Australian countryside continues to present natural beauties which are as arresting as I've seen.

With this latest move, all but the final indignities have been heaped upon us. We are now reduced to the boy scout level — sleeping in tents — and building tables, chairs, posts for our mosquito nets, etc. etc.

It must be conceded, tho, that we still