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rousing Paul, got him to make me a cup of cocoa, 

 of which I was much in need. Immediately after- 

 wards I returned and sat down in my camp chair, 

 just outside the tent door, to take a little rest in the 

 cool morning air, telling the askari on duty close by 

 to be sure and wake me up in case he should hear 

 B. call out. I very soon fell asleep and woke up 

 again about 5.30. Hearing B. moving about in bed 

 I spoke to him, and we talked for a few minutes 

 about how he felt and the arrangements for the 

 coming march. I then went to see the Headman, 

 who was with the safari some forty or fifty yards 

 away, to give him directions about a hammock for 

 B. and orders for the journey. 



In the middle of our conversation one of the boys 

 named Edi came up to me and complained of being 

 ill, and while I was prescribing for him, we were all 

 suddenly startled to hear the sound of a shot coming 

 from the direction of B.'s tent. I rushed off to see 

 what v/as the matter, accompanied by the Headman 

 and a dozen of the others. We all ran into the tent, 

 and to our horror found B. lying back in bed with a 

 bullet throtlgh his head and a revolver in his hand. 

 It was a terrible shock, and one which I shall never 

 forget while I live. He was quite unconscious 

 when we entered, and all was over in a few 

 moments. 



I found out afterwards that he had instructed his 



