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pounds, being smaller than those Heller had trapped while 

 skinning the first bull elephant I shot in the Kenia forest. 



Good AH, my tent boy, kept bowls of the sweet-scented 

 jessamine on our dining-table; now that there were four 

 of us together again we used the dining-tent, which I had 

 discarded on the Guaso Nyero trip. Bakhari had been 

 rather worn down by the work on the Guaso Nyero, and in 

 his place I had taken Kongoni, a Wakamba with filed 

 teeth, like my second gun-bearer, Gouvimali, but a 

 Moslem although his Moslemism 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 Swahili 

 Moslem, and Kassitura, 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 

 favorite among his fellows; at lunch, when we had any, if 

 I gave my own followers some of the chocolate, or whatever 

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

 noticed that they called up Yohari to share it. He it was 

 who would receive the colored cards from my companions' 

 tobacco pouches, or from the packages of chocolate, and 

 after puzzling over them until he could himself identify 

 the brilliantly colored 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 

 porters to carry his camera, and had then promoted him 



