"Jim" overpowe had been strolling down the corridor lavatorywards & the pulls he had taken at the bottle having pulled him over, he had fallen on me. Oh!, my arm! Judging the pain in it I don't think Jim would have passed an exam for a feather weight jockey any more than the shooting for the Bush Contingent. Now why couldn't Jim he have fallen on the other window where there was no one. Oh - but - perhaps Jim is lucky. He might have broken his nose had he fallen where there wasn't a human cushion. But to "git on wid me sthory", Jim looked three fourths inclined to swear & one fourth ashamed so I readily granted the pardon he muddledly asked. At Moss Vale a whole tribe of Asyrrians filled the carriages. They were composed of Mauning[?]