With Flash! i<>in aiicl Rifle ^ 



bv the deft aiul fearless way he inserted his naked arm 

 into an ant-hilh in which bees had hi\ed, and drew out 

 the honeycomb. While he was divithng this golden 

 treasure: among my men one ot them asked him : 



" How is that the bees don't sting you?" 



" It is your business to carry bm-dens," replied the 

 Ol Morani ; " it is mine to roam over the velt. The 

 bees sting }ou ; me they love ! " 



And he g-ave the carrier a irlance of immeasurable 

 scorn. 



The Ahisai have never had anything to do with the 

 institution ot slavery. Some two years ago two Masai 

 men served under me for a tweK't month, as guides. I 

 paid them when we got back to the coast. They 

 expended the entire sum on the release ol an elderly 

 Masai woman, who at that time was the slave ot a negro- 

 at Pangani. She belonged to the tribe ot my guides, 

 and this sufficed to impel them to an action which was 

 remarkable tor its unselfishness and humanity. I need 

 hardly add that 1 not only saw to it that they secured 

 the treedom ot their countrywoman at a very low 

 figure, but I rewarded theni also tor their praiseworthy 

 conduct. 



A very curious contrast to this incident comes to my 

 mind. My old caravan-leader. " Maftar," a Swahili, 

 retused the offer I made him, in recognition of his 

 trustworthy service during four years, to buy him his 

 freedom. He would not put his old Arab master to 

 the grief of losing him ! Different races, different ideas ! 



I have heard manv other instances of the fine feelino: 



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