6o UNDER THE AFRICAN SUN 



I could not find it in my heart to refuse them shelter, as long as 

 it rained. I was glad, however, to get rid of them as soon as the 

 rain stopped ; the natural scent of their own skin, blended with 

 the odour of rancid grease and the fragrance of unwashed 

 clothes, combined to form a bouquet which no European nostril 

 could endure for any length of time. 



