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were often told that I might manage without them, 

 but never without my porters. 



Truly the Mnyamwezi porter is a wonderful 

 animal ; there is no other living thing that can 

 carry proportionately as big a load so far and so 

 continuously. I have never altered my opinion 

 that from the earliest days we should have 

 thoroughly organised our unlimited man power of 

 porters, and that if we had put a tenth part of the 

 cost of those expensive, useless, dying live stock, 

 and a tenth part of the cost of those ruinous, 

 column-delaying motors, into providing extra 

 food, clothing, and shelter for porters, more porters, 

 and still more porters, the East African campaign 

 could never have dragged on as it did. 



Old Rensberg used to say, " A nigger is a nigger, 

 and he dies a nigger/' and I believe he spoke truly. 

 Still, I found much to like, and frequently much 

 of the gentleman, in the raw, untutored native 

 African. 



A relative of mine told me that when quite a 

 young nurse in a Western Queensland hospital 

 she had as a patient for some time a great big 

 negro, then dying of consumption, whom they all 

 came to like for his nice and gentlemanly ways ; 

 it was Peter Jackson. Certainly I had become 

 exceedingly attached to these poor loyal pagasi, 

 who had been through so many ups and downs 

 with me. 



On the trip down we passed through certain 

 villages where a couple of man-eaters were appar- 



