OUR THIRD SAFARI AND SECOND RHINO 



my friends ; Baruku and Ali, also faithful, followed 

 our fortunes in a third-class carriage. On Mom- 

 basa platform I saw a dilapidated looking knife- 

 board, and remarked to a man I wondered whose 

 it was. I was not long in ignorance — Ali came to 

 claim the treasure ; under his arm it went across the 

 harbour in the small boat to the big liner. I won- 

 dered if he had a piece of bath-brick in his pocket ; 

 I expect he had. I knew on arriving at our new 

 quarters the first thing he would do, before looking 

 round even, would be to clean our knives. But he 

 had not reckoned on the hotel, where for a time 

 we had to stay, so the knife-board got lost ; still he 

 bore it very well, as I got him a new one. It 

 might be that we should return to Nairobi in a few 

 months, but somehow we all felt otherwise, and so 

 it proved. The two and a half months went by, 

 and my husband's company returned without him 

 to Nairobi ; then it was rumoured that we were to 

 return ourselves in four months ; then six, as the 

 other officers did, but finally we did not return 

 at all. 



We found the officers in Zanzibar, after the 

 Government found that two companies were to be 

 permanently stationed there, had been so badly 

 housed that they had nearly all been ill, two very 

 ill indeed. However, the officer my husband had 

 been sent to relieve was nearly well, and doing his 



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