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Waknmba with filed teeth, hke my second gun-bearer, 

 GouvimaH, but a Moslem, although his INIoslemism did 

 not go very deep. Kongoni was the best gun-bearer I 

 had yet had, very willing, and excellent both at seeing 

 and tracking game. Kermit's two gun-bearers were 

 Juma Yohari, a coal-black SM^ahili Moslem, and Kassi- 

 tura, a Christian negro from Uganda. Both of them 

 were as eager to do everything for Kermit as mine were 

 to render me any service, great or small, and in addition 

 they were capital men for their special work. Juma was 

 always smiling and happy, and was a high favourite 

 among his fellows. At lunch, when we had any, if I 

 gave my own followers some of the chocolate, or what- 

 ever else it was that I had put in my saddle pocket, I 

 always noticed tliat they called up Yohari to share it. 

 He it was who would receive the coloured cards from 

 my companions' tobacco-pouches or from the packages 

 of chocolate, and, after puzzling over them until he 

 could himself identify the brilliantly coloured ladies, 

 gentlemen, little girls, and wild beasts, would volubly 

 explain them to the others. Kassitura, quite as efficient 

 and hard-working, was a huge, solemn black man, as 

 faithful and uncomplaining a soul as I ever met. 

 Kermit had picked him out from among the poi-ters to 

 carry his camera, and had then promoted him to be 

 gun-bearer. In his place he had taken as camera-bearer 

 an equally powerful porter, a heathen 'Mnuwezi named 

 Mali. His tent-boy had gone crooked, and one evening, 

 some months later, after a long and trying march, he 

 found Mali, whose performance of his new duties he had 

 been closely watching, the only man up ; and Mali, 

 always willing, turned in of his own accord to help get 

 Kermifs tent in shape, so Kermit suddenly told him he 

 would promote him to be tent-boy. At first Mali did 



