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solid sustenance. Half a cold chicken, a couple 

 of hard-boiled eggs, a few slices of cold tongue 

 from your last-killed bison or tsaing, some 

 biscuits and plantains, and, perhaps, a slice of 

 cake (if you possess such a luxury), sees you 

 through the day, the whole being washed down 

 with the hot tea or coffee in the thermos flask. 

 Sticks of Cadbury's chocolate are an excellent 

 stand-by; so are cold stewed apple-rings. One 

 can eat very little meat, and I generally find 

 that the bulk of my cold chicken goes to the 

 Burmans, who are the most omnivorous feeders, 

 I verily believe, on the face of the earth. They 

 will eat anything, from tiger's flesh to lizards; 

 but their special dainty is ' ngapi ' — fish buried 

 in wet sand till it is rotten. In the tropics — 

 and especially in the jungle — the golden rule 

 is to eat little and often, and it is advisable 

 (unless on fresh tracks, when one is generally too 

 interested to think of eating) to sit down for 

 ten minutes every four hours or so and have a 

 snack of food. 



As to general clothing in camp, a few pairs 

 of flannel trousers, a flannel coat, some flannel 

 shirts, three or four tennis-shirts with Indian 

 gauze undervests, and a couple of pairs of rope- 

 soled shoes are all the clothing that is neces- 

 sary. To these I would add two silk shirts for 

 night wear, with two pairs of silk Shan baum- 

 bies (a loose sort of silk knickerbocker coming 



