OUR NICKNAMES. 
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of a reddish-brown colour, and with short annulated 
horns about five inches long. -5 ' 
A shooting-trip in the wilds of East Africa is capable 
of relieving a man from perhaps all domestic troubles 
save one—the personal attendant. Be that attendant 
a “he or a she,” a “ black or a white,” the very name 
is synonymous with trouble. My man Anole I found 
quite incapable of packing up my things in time, so 
I had to engage an additional help named Preston. 
Anole was excitable in disposition, and consequently 
active at times. Preston was meek and mild, and conse¬ 
quently slow always. I thought they would act as a foil 
to each other, and that out of two bad servants I might 
get the effect of a single good one, but I was grievously 
disappointed. At Taveta, Preston got idiotically drunk, 
and quarrelled with all the cookboys ; while Anole (who, 
I suppose, wanted to join in) had a row with our head 
Indian servant, John, because he would not let him 
sleep in the cook-house, and implored my permission 
“ to pull his beard and to give him a good licking.” 
Though our native bearers never treated us with 
disrespect or familiarity, they always referred to us in a 
distinctly personal manner. B-was the big master 
(mbivana Jcubiva), C-- the little master (mbwana 
hdogo), H-the fat one ( nene ), and I, for some reason 
best known to themselves, the “masher” ( mulladadi ), 
which, being literally interpreted, means “ he who gets 
himself up to please the ladies.” The last christening 
was a most unwarrantable libel, probably suggested by 
* This lias since been pronounced to be of the Duiker species. 
