TO THE UASIN GISHU 



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I gave my own followers some of the chocolate, or whatever 

 else it was that I had put in my saddle pocket, I always 

 noticed that they called up Yohari to share it. He it was 

 who would receive the colored cards from my companions' 

 tobacco pouches, or from the packages of chocolate, and 

 after puzzling over them until he could himself identify 

 the brilliantly 

 colored ladies, 

 gentlemen, little 

 girls, and wild 

 beasts, would 

 volubly explain 

 them to the 

 others. Kassitu- 

 ra, quite as effi- 

 cient and hard- 

 working, was a 

 huge, solemn 

 black man, as 

 faithful and un- 

 complaining a 



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met. Kermit 

 had picked him 

 out from among 

 the porters to 

 carry his came- 

 ra, and had then 



promoted him to be gun-bearer. In his place he had taken 

 as camera-bearer an equally powerful porter, a heathen 

 M'nuwezi named Mali. His tent boy had gone crooked; and 

 one evening some months later after a long and trying march 

 he found Mali, whose performance of his new duties he had 

 been closely watching, the only man up; and Mali, always 

 willing, turned in of his own accord to help get Kermit's 

 tent in shape; so Kermit suddenly told him he would pro- 

 mote him to be tent boy. At first Mali did not quite under- 



Yohari with the waterbuck shot by Kermit Roosevelt 

 From a photograph by Kermit Roosevelt 



