April 13th 1917
There is next to no news yet as we have found out nothing since coming back to camp. If anything Neil is a little more firmly fixed to his present job owing to the prospect of something a lettle better in the near future in the clerical line but there is no certainty about anything so far. I had a bit of a struggle to get aboard that train but I landed it all right and had one of the rottenist trips I ever made on a train. No passengers were to be taken aboard at Frankton, but Neil managed to get on although he had to do without a seat until we reached Taihape. The carriages were terribly close and stuffy and I felt very sick and dizzy and had to spend a lot of time out on the platform the soot and grit being preferable to the bad air inside. I could not get a wash in the train and when I arrived at the hutment some would be humourist passed some remark about Uncle Tom having come back to his cabin. All day yesterday I felt as if things were all upside down but they seem to have got right side up again today and I am just about back to normal again to use camp language. We have not got that cake yet and we are giving the Post Office a stir up occasionally to keep them from forgetting. I can’t write any more tonight as the electric light has failed again and I have had to write this in semi darkness.
Good by just now
I will get Neil to write as soon as I can
The pastuy (?) went A1 although Neil didn’t get away with as much as I did. Perhaps Frankton had something to do with it.
Post watch to Featherston please.