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Wakamba with filed teeth, like my second gun-bearer, 
Gouvimali, but a Moslem, although his Moslemism did 
not go very deep. Kongoni was the best gun-bearer I 
had yet had, very willing, and excellent both at seeing 
and tracking game. Kermit’s two gun-bearers were 
Juma Yohari, a coal-black Swahili Moslem, and Kassi- 
tura, a Christian negro from Uganda. Both of them 
were as eager to do everything for Kermit as mine were 
to render me any service, great or small, and in addition 
they were capital men for their special work. Juma was 
always smiling and happy, and was a high favourite 
among his fellows. At lunch, when we had any, if I 
gave my own followers some of the chocolate, or what¬ 
ever else it was that I had put in my saddle pocket, I 
always noticed that they called up Yohari to share it. 
He it was who would receive the coloured cards from 
my companions’ tobacco-pouches or from the packages 
of chocolate, and, after puzzling over them until he 
could himself identify the brilliantly coloured ladies, 
gentlemen, little girls, and wild beasts, would volubly 
explain them to the others. Kassitura, quite as efficient 
and hard-working, was a huge, solemn black man, as 
faithful and uncomplaining a soul as I ever met. 
Kermit had picked him out from among the porters to 
carry his camera, and had then promoted him to be 
gun-bearer. In his place he had taken as camera-bearer 
an equally powerful porter, a heathen ’Mnuwezi named 
Mali. His tent-boy had gone crooked, and one evening, 
some months later, after a long and trying march, he 
found Mali, whose performance of his new duties he had 
been closely watching, the only man up ; and Mali, 
always willing, turned in of his own accord to help get 
Kermit’s tent in shape, so Kermit suddenly told him he 
would promote him to be tent-boy. At first Mali did 
