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said he knew his work and didn’t have to be told what 
to do. It made him perfectly furious to be continu- 
ally told to do things which he knew to be a part of 
his duties. Nor would he shirk his duties. If he 
failed to do things at the proper time, in nine cases 
out of ten it was because someone had been telling 
him to do the things and it had made him ugly. This 
characteristic is as pronounced now as ever, and has 
been the cause of the most of poor Bill’s troubles. 
At last our work was over and we returned to 
Nairobi to prepare for our departure from Africa. 
As soon as we arrived Bill demanded his pay. We 
wanted him to stay until we were ready to leave 
Nairobi, but no, he wanted to be free to spend his 
money; so he left us in spite of the fact that in doing 
so he sacrificed his dacksheesh. He promptly spent 
all his money for clothes, having them made to order 
by the Indian traders, but within two weeks he had 
lost all the clothes in gambling. Thus ended Bill’s 
first year’s career as a tent boy. 
Four years later we returned to East Africa. 
Several months previously, Alli and Bill had been 
engaged for the Roosevelt Expedition, but before we 
reached there Bill had disgraced himself, and had been 
turned out and black-listed. But knowing some- 
thing of the probable conditions which had contrib- 
uted to his downfall, we were glad to get him and 
he was glad to come. There were four of our party, 
and most of the other tent boys and the kitchen con- 
tingent were Swahilis, so we rather expected that 
Bill would have trouble. But his first real trouble 
