WITH FLASH-LIGHT AND RIFLE 



service. Some years later a European found him in 

 company with other Masai. He had discarded his 

 European clothes and donned an "El morane's" cos- 

 tume. He had chosen to leave civilization behind and 

 live among his people as one of them. He said so in 

 good Berlinese jargon. 



I shall never forget the answer which one of my 

 Masai friends gave to one of my carriers who had asked 

 him how he could dare to put his arm into a beehive 

 to secure the honey-comb. " Carrying heavy loads is 

 your business; mine is to rove over the wide steppe. 

 The bees sting you; they love me." 



The Masai do not keep slaves; they themselves love 

 liberty too well. Two Masai guides, whom I paid when 

 we reached the coast, used their earnings to free an 

 old Masai woman, a slave in the service of a negro in 

 Pangani. But ^ other tribes, other views! My old 

 caravan guide, "Maftar," a Suaheli, declined my offer 

 to buy his liberty from his Arabian master; he said 

 he would under no condition cause his master the pain 

 of losing an old servant. 



All in all, the Masai, in spite of their faults, are a 

 splendid people, and I can fully appreciate the wish of 

 a friend who knew them well: " If I were not what I 

 am, I should like to be a ' Masai-El Morane ' of the good 

 old time." 



The successful administration and government of a 

 strange country depend, without doubt, on a thorough 



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