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by the deft and tearless 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 of 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 of 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 ot 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! 



I have heard many other instances of the fine feeling 



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