44 THE BONDS OF AFRICA 



and until he died, a few months ago, was quite 

 a character in Rhodesia. I learned in Tete of 

 an English senhor who had "taken over" the 

 local hotel for a week and made the Aveneida 

 de Freria d'Andrade run red in vino Unto and 

 yellow in the baser spirits. Only after he left 

 did the proprietor find out that the merry fellow 

 was not a millionaire after all ! The law com- 

 pelled him to lie low for a while, and the M'Rewas 

 Kopje was his sanctuary. M'Rewas is fairly 

 high, and that night we were glad to pile all 

 our available blankets on our beds. Poor L. 

 shivered and chattered through the night, and 

 our little band of retainers huddled around a big 

 fire. The three donkeys, Molo, Dodo and Clo 

 Clo, were tethered up close to the tent, as there 

 were lions prowling around, and we could not 

 afford to take risks with our transport. The 

 next day, Sunday, we " slacked it " in camp, 

 cleaned guns, and got ready for the journey to 

 M'Tokos — forty miles distant. It is curious how 

 thoroughly one realizes the excellence of the 

 Fourth Commandment when away in the wilds, 

 far from all such civilized things as church bells, 

 calendars and daily papers. Many and many a 

 time when off the beaten track, not knowing the 

 day of the week or the day of the month, scarcely, 

 indeed, knowing the month, has a longing for a 

 day's rest come over me. The most exciting 

 native tales of elephants with tusks as long as 

 crocodiles close to camp have not drawn me from 

 my blankets. Later on I have calculated and 

 consulted at length my diary. Invariably 

 Sunday ! Man has grown to feel the need of 

 the seventh day, and whether he is in Kensington 

 or the Congo he hears the slothful voice of the 

 Sabbath telling him to rest. During the dark 



