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The BOY. "Is the Bwana going with the 

 great fierce bearded one ? " (Me flattering, wasn't 

 it?) 



The A.D.C. "Yes." 



The BOY (anxiously). " I hope the Bwana will take 

 care ! " 



Moral. Shave ! Which I did. 



The next day was Sunday. The A.D.C. took me 

 over to see a chief he had to interview about some 

 land dispute. The opposing party did not turn up so 

 he had his ride for nothing, but it was very enjoyable 

 to me all the same. We followed the river most of 

 the way, and saw a lot of duck and geese. There 

 were some jolly little brown birds, exactly like minia- 

 ture pheasants when flying at a distance, and a larger 

 black variety with red heads and long tails which 

 seemed to over -weight them and gave them the 

 appearance of huge tadpoles suddenly gifted with the 

 power of flight. A little buzzing cloud of insects 

 hummed everlastingly between the ponies' ears. They 

 reminded me of those water jets on which a cork is 

 perpetually kept bouncing and spinning. Like a 

 living spray they dissolved, re-collected, shot into the 

 air, and again dissolved. 



Korazi, the chief, sent his small brother to meet us. 

 He was a fine little chap and kept up with the ponies 

 well. On reaching the boma we were given tembo, a 

 native drink made of fermented millet. In taste it 

 was not unpleasant, though I should not care for it 

 often ; but I drew the line at honey which Korazi 



