THE LAST FRONTIER 



The Englishman waxes a trifle caustic on the sub- 

 ject of "pigging it"; and the American indulges in 

 more than a bit of sarcasm on the subject of "being 

 led about Africa like a dog on a string." 



By some such roundabout mental process as the 

 above the American comes to the conclusion that 

 he need not necessarily adopt the other fellow's 

 method of playing this game. His own method 

 needs modification, but it will do. He ventures to 

 leave out the tables and easy chair, takes a camp 

 stool and eats off a chop box. To the best of his 

 belief his health does not suffer from this. He gets 

 on with a camper's allowance of plate, cup and cut- 

 lery, and so cuts out a load and a half of assorted 

 kitchen utensils and table ware. He even does with- 

 out a tablecloth and napkins! He discards the 

 lime juice and siphons, and purchases a canvas 

 evaporation bag to cool the water. He fires one 

 gunbearer, and undertakes the formidable phys- 

 ical feat of carrying one of his rifles himself. And, 

 above all, he modifies that grub list. The purchase 

 of waterproof bags gets rid of a lot of tin: the staple 

 groceries do quite as well as London fancy stuff. 

 Golden syrup takes the place of all the miscella- 

 neous jams, marmalades and other sweets. The 

 canned goods go by the board. He lays in a stock 

 of dried fruit. At the end, he is possessed of a grub 



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