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IN AFRICA 



One quart of American pale ale to drink during 

 the "rice tafel." 



Our cook Abdullah was not the only interesting 

 type in our safari. Among our dusky colleagues 

 there were thirteen different tribes represented. 

 It was a congress of nations and a babel of tongues. 

 Some of the porters became conspicuous figures 

 early in the march, while some were so lacking in 



The "Chanteckr" qf Our Safari 



individuality that they seemed like new-comers 

 even after four months out. 



Of this latter class Hassan Mohammed was not 

 one. 



Hassan was my chief gunbearer, and for pious 

 devotion to the Mohammedan faith he was second 

 to none. He was the "Chantecler" of our outfit. 

 Every morning at four o'clock, regardless of the 

 weather, he would crawl out of his tent, drape him- 



