. South of Suez. unending delight—a period of benevolentautocracy almost as good as the most excitedimaginings of boyhood. My palace was the grass-thatched handa atwhich insects perpetually nibbled; my capital, ascattering handful of mud and thatch huts wherepioneer Swahilis and a few lost Hindus tradedbeads, wire, and cotton goods for hides, ivory,and cattle; my domain spread away into the in-definable limits of the Massai Steppe on theone hand, and to the base of the Great Escarp-ment on the other; while constantly I was stimu-lated by the piquant thrill that all this wasthreatened by a dari
. South of Suez. unending delight—a period of benevolentautocracy almost as good as the most excitedimaginings of boyhood. My palace was the grass-thatched handa atwhich insects perpetually nibbled; my capital, ascattering handful of mud and thatch huts wherepioneer Swahilis and a few lost Hindus tradedbeads, wire, and cotton goods for hides, ivory,and cattle; my domain spread away into the in-definable limits of the Massai Steppe on theone hand, and to the base of the Great Escarp-ment on the other; while constantly I was stimu-lated by the piquant thrill that all this wasthreatened by a daring and desperate enemy,and was mine to hold. Aside from such normal activities as workingout patrols, ambushes, and scouting parties,and locating and examining tactical points, myScotch sergeant, Robbie, and I were keptbusily engaged in drilling our men, maintainingdiscipline, collecting and forwarding supplies,and tending the sick. These latter included pa-tients suffering from pneimionia, fever, dysen- [196]. I*
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