APPENDIX 



But the Englishman patiently explains. You 

 cannot live on "bacon and beans" in this country, 

 so to speak. You must do yourself rather well, you 

 know, to keep in condition. And you cannot pack 

 food in bags, it must be tinned. And then, of course, 

 such things as your sparklet siphons and lime juice 

 require careful packing and your champagne. 



"Champagne," breathes the American in awe- 

 stricken tones. 



"Exactly, dear boy, an absolute necessity. After 

 a touch of sun there's nothing picks you up better 

 than a mouthful of fizz. It's used as a medicine, 

 not a drink, you understand. 



The American reflects again that this is the other 

 fellow's game, and that the other fellow has been 

 playing it for some time, and that he ought to know. 

 But he cannot yet see why the one hundred and fifty 

 men. Again the Englishman explains. There is 

 the Headman to run the show. Correct: we need 

 him. Then there are four askaris. What are they? 

 Native soldiers. No, you won't be fighting any- 

 thing; but they keep the men going, and act as sort 

 of sub-foremen in bossing the complicated work. 

 Next is your cook, and your own valet and that of 

 your horse. Also your two gunbearers. 



"Hold on!" cries our friend. "I have only two 

 guns, and I'm going to carry one myself," 



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