at it was all about, anyway. Billy
understood Swahili well enough at that time to gather that they could
not understand the Memsahib's wanting the meat "kibokoed"-FLOGGED. Was
it a religious rite, or a piece of revenge? They gave it up.

"All right," said Mahomet patiently at last. "He say he do it. WHICH ONE
IS IT?"

Part of our supplies comprised tins of dehydrated fruit. One evening
Billy decided to have a grand celebration, so she passed out a
tin marked "rhubarb" and some cornstarch, together with suitable
instructions for a fruit pudding. In a little while the cook returned.

"Nataka m'tund-I want fruit," said he.

Billy pointed out, severely, that he already had fruit. He went away
shaking his head. Evening and the pudding came. It looked good, and we
congratulated Billy on her culinary enterprise. Being hungry, we took
big mouthfuls. There followed splutterings and investigations. The
rhubarb can proved to be an old one containing heavy gun grease!

When finally we parted with our faithful cook we bought him a really
wonderful many bladed knife as a present. On seeing it he slumped to the
ground-six feet of lofty dignity-and began to weep violently, rocking
back and forth in an excess of grief.

"Why, what is it?" we inquired, alarmed.

"Oh, Memsahib!" he wailed, the tears coursing down his cheeks, "I wanted
a watch!"

One morning about nine o'clock we were riding along at the edge of a
grass-grown savannah, with a low hill to our right and another about
four hundred yards ahead. Suddenly two rhinoceroses came to their feet
some fifty yards to our left out in the high grass, and stood looking
uncertainly in our direction.

"Look out! Rhinos!" I warned instantly.

"Why-why!" gasped Billy in an astonished tone of voice, "they have
manes!"

In some concern for her sanity I glanced in her direction. She was
staring, not to her left, but straight ahead. I followed the direction
of her gaze, to see three lions moving across the face of the hill.

Instantly we dropped off our horses. We wanted a shot at those
lions very much indeed, but were hampered in our efforts by the
two rhinoceroses, now stamping, snorting, and moving slowly in our
direction. The language we muttered was racy, but we dropped to a
kneeling position and opened fire on the disappearing lions. It was
most distinctly a case of divided attention, one eye on those menacing
rhinos, and one trying to attend to the always delicate operatio