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down the Pangani, whilst the main German force 

 fell back with little fighting along the railway line. 

 Near a German bridge, on the Pangani, there was 

 a half-hearted attempt by a few companies to 

 hold up our column, another of the Kdnigsberg's 

 naval guns, this time fired from a truck on the 

 railway, shelling our transport during the after- 

 noon. In the evening someone told me, using 

 his own peculiar classification, that the total 

 casualties amongst the transport had only been 

 " a horse, a mule, an ox, a nigger, and a South 

 African." 



Next day we went into the Buiko, passing a 

 smashed-up engine and train of the enemy's on 

 the railway. We were never quite sure to whom 

 the credit of this lucky shot was due. Was it 

 the result of a bomb from an aeroplane or of a 

 shell from a little Indian mountain battery, one 

 of the best trained and disciplined units in our 

 force ? At any rate, the wrecked train and graves 

 alongside were a satisfactory sight from our point 

 of view — a " pretty " sight in the sense of the old 

 man who said that he always thought M a murder 

 and suicide made very pretty reading" 



From Buiko, where the column halted, Lewis 

 and I, with a third Intelligence agent, " Buster " 

 Brown, were sent towards Handeni, our duty 

 being to work round through the dry bush country 

 on the right of the column. The first night we 

 met and, after some palaver, made friends with a 

 party of Kwafi, who are really a kind of bastard 



