CHAPTER X 



THE EAST COAST (CONTINUED) : 

 DAR-ES-SALAAM AND MOMBASA 



Away in the west the sun was dipping behind 

 those curious pryamid-shaped hills that march 

 with the coast-line up to Cape Delgado. 

 Bronson, an old American friend of mine, and 

 I were leaning over the rails of the Adolf 

 Woermann watching the gathering of the gloom 

 and the last glory of the day. Said he — 



" If I were an artist I would locate in Mozam- 

 bique for a year, and study those coral tints 

 and the pinks and blues and yellows of those 

 quaint old houses." 



An Oberleutnant from Swakopmund joined in 

 the conversation. 



" Ach," he ventured, " you will like Dar-es- 

 Salaam zo much better. It is zhust like a big 

 city in Germany." 



Bronson looked at him, and I saw a merry 

 twinkle come into his eyes. 



" See here now," he remarked, " I didn't 

 come to East Africa to view Berlin." 



That was more than five years ago, and I had 

 not then set eyes on the colony of the Kaiser. 

 But when three days later we entered a wonderful 

 harbour and saw before us the city of Dar-es- 

 Salaam, with its great white, modern buildings 

 and broad " Strassen," Bronson' s rejoinder 

 assumed a new and admirable significance. 



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