CHAPTER XY. 
KAMRASI BEGS FOB THE BRITISH FLAG. 
Kamrasi, thus freed from his invaders, was almost 
stupified with astonishment. He immediately paid me 
a visit, and as he entered the court-yard he stopped to 
look at the flag that was gaily fluttering above him, as 
though it were a talisman. He inquired “ why the 
Turks were awed by an apparent trifle.” I explained 
that the flag was well known, and might be seen in 
every part of the world; wherever it was hoisted it 
was respected, as he had just witnessed, even at so 
great a distance from home and unsupported, as in 
tTnyoro. 
Seizing the opportunity, he demanded it, saying, 
“What shall I do when you leave my country and 
take that with you ? These Turks will surely return. 
Give me the flag, and they will be afraid to attack 
me V’ I was obliged to explain to him that “ the 
respect for the British ensign had not been gained by 
running away on the approach of danger as he had 
proposed on the arrival of the enemy, and that its 
honour could not be confided to any stranger.” True 
to his uncontrollable instinct of begging, he replied, 
“ If you cannot give me the flag, give me at least that 
little double-barrelled rifle that you do not require as 
you are going home; then I can defend myself should 
the Turks attack me.” 
I was excessively disgusted;—he had just been 
