With Flashlight and Rifle 



by the dett and fearless way he inserted his naked arm 

 into an ant-hill, in which bees had hived, and drew out 

 the honeycomb. While he was dividing this golden 

 treasure among my men one ot them asked him : 



" How is that the bees don't sting you ? " 



"It is your business to carry burdens," replied the 

 Ol Morani ; " it is mine to roam over the velt. The 

 bees sting you ; me they love ! " 



And he gave the carrier a glance of immeasurable 

 scorn. 



The Masai have never had anything to do with the 

 institution ol slavery. Some two years ago two Masai 

 men served under me for a twelvemonth, as guides. I 

 paid them when we got back to the coast. They 

 expended the entire sum on the release of an elderly 

 Masai woman, who at that time was the slave ot a negro 

 at Pangani. She belonged to the tribe of my guides, 

 and this sufficed to impel them to an action which was 

 remarkable for its unselfishness and humanity. I need 

 hardly add that I not only saw to it that they secured 

 the freedom of their countrywoman at a very low 

 figure, but I rewarded them also for their praiseworthy 

 conduct. 



A very curious contrast to this incident comes to my 

 mind. My old caravan-leader, " Maftar," a Swahili, 

 refused the offer I made him, in recognition of his 

 trustworthy service during four years, to buy him his 

 freedom. He would not put his old Arab master to 

 the grief of losing him ! Different races, different ideas 1 



I have heard many other instances of the fine feeling 



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