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IN AFRICA 
One quart of American pale ale to drink during 
the “rice tafel.” 
Our cook Abdullah was not the only interesting 
type in our safari . Among our dusky colleagues 
there were thirteen different tribes represented. 
It was a congress of nations and a babel of tongues. 
Some of the porters became conspicuous figures 
early in the march, while some were so lacking in 
The “ Chantecler 99 qf Our Safari 
individuality that they seemed like new-comers 
even after four months out. 
Of this latter class Hassan Mohammed was not 
one. 
Hassan was my chief gunbearer, and for pious 
devotion to the Mohammedan faith he was second 
to none. He was the “Chantecler” of our outfit. 
Every morning at four o’clock, regardless of the 
weather, he would crawl out of his tent, drape him- 
