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caravan his British cousins consider necessary for a 

 trip into the African back country. His said cousin 

 has, perhaps, very kindly offered to have his outfit 

 ready for him when he arrives. He does arrive to 

 find from one hundred to one hundred and fifty men 

 gathered as his personal attendants. 



"Great Scot!" he cries, "I want to go camping; 

 I don't want to invade anybody's territory. Why 

 the army?" 



He discovers that these are porters, to carry his 

 effects. 



"What effects?" he demands, bewildered. As 

 far as he knows, he has two guns, some ammuni- 

 tion, and a black tin box, bought in London, and 

 half-filled with extra clothes, a few medicines, a 

 thermometer, and some little personal knick-knacks. 

 He has been wondering what else he is going to put 

 in to keep things from rattling about. Of course he 

 expected besides these to take along a little plain 

 grub, and some blankets, and a frying pan and 

 kettle or so. 



The English friend has known several Americans, 

 so he explains patiently. 



"I know this seems foolish to you," he says, "but 

 you must remember you are under the equator and 

 you must do things differently here. As long as 

 you keep fit you are safe; but if you get run down a 



