206 AFRICAN CAMP FIRES. 



once set to work preparing the trophy. A 

 dozen of us squatted around the skin, working 

 by lantern light. Memba Sasa had had nothing 

 to eat since before dawn, but in his pride and 

 delight he refused to touch a mouthful until the 

 job was finished. Several times we urged him 

 to stop long enough for even a bite. He steadily 

 declined, and whetted his knife, his eyes gleam- 

 ing with delight, his lips crooning one of his 

 weird Monumwezi songs. At eleven o'clock the 

 task was done. Then I presented Memba Sasa 

 with a tall mug of coffee and lots of sugar. He 

 considered this a great honour. 



