438 THE LAND OF THE LION 



have very great responsibility. You are Leader, Master, 

 Magistrate, Doctor, Executioner, Guardian and Friend. 



I have a whistle pocket in all my jackets, high up on 

 the left side. 



Now, one thing more. Fill your pockets over night. 

 Always fill them, and keep them filled. You cannot rush 

 off without your clothes, you can rush off leaving many 

 necessary things behind you. There is nothing more 

 annoying than to have to wait on a man in the early raw 

 morning, while he rushes round in the mirk looking for the 

 essentials which should have been carefully stowed in his 

 pockets the night before. It is a bad way to begin the day. 



It as is well to have your trousers faced with soft leather. 



Bring one coat from England, a good short Berberry 

 cape. It will protect your shoulders from heavy rain. 

 Long skirts to the coat are heavy and useless, you cannot 

 walk in them; and in Africa it is useless to try to keep 

 your legs dry. Ten minutes after you leave your tent door, 

 in the early morning, the dewy grass will have soaked your 

 lower half and filled your boots with water. 



I have found a stout regulation sun helmet, khaki 

 coloured, the best head-gear. Bring a couple of shooting 

 caps for evening wear, and a double terai hat, in case you 

 lose or smash your helmet. 



Flannel shirts I found too hot. Jaeger underwear and 

 a khaki coat, thickly quilted down the spine, I found com- 

 fortable to march in in all weathers. I always carried 

 a warm knitted waistcoat wrapped up in my Berberry 

 cape, strapped across the front of my saddle. 



If I had no mule my gunbearer carried both these indis- 

 pensables in a small leather wrap slung over his shoulder. 

 The waistcoat I found most necessary when I had to stop 

 and wait some time in the shade, when a long stalk was 

 finished, or while I waited for my lagging porters. 

 Drenched with perspiration, a tired man flings himself 



