THROUGH ELEPHANT GRASS AND WATER 



front. The sleeves had been ripped off, leaving his arms 

 with their enormous muscles bare. But for this solitary 

 garment he was naked, and he presented a magnificent 

 picture of physique. Every now and then he would 

 bring his right hand up and smartly place it across the 

 gun on his left shoulder, in true Askari style. He had 

 evidently seen the drilling of Askaris when around on 

 patrol, for every now and again he would shout some 

 unintelligible order and go through all sorts of imaginary 

 paces. An old bandolier, which he wore round his waist, 

 contained no ammunition. Such was my escort to my 

 first camp in the Lado Enclave, which up till recently was 

 under the Belgian Government. 



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