It ran: THE SOUDAN.
DEAR LADY COUSIN, I'm still not certain how I ought to style you, but I thought I'd compromise as per above.

Anyway, it's a sure thing that I haven't bothered you much with country-cousin letters.

I figure, however, that you've put some money in Egypt, so to speak, and what happens to this sandy-eyed foundling of the Nile you would like to know.

So I've studied the only "complete letter-writer" I could find between the tropic of Capricorn and Khartoum, and this is the contemptible result, as the dagos in Mexico say.

This is a hot place by reason of the sun that shines above us, and likewise it is hot because of the niggers that swarm around us.