Gruesome sores, running ulcers, wounds and crippled limbs were stripped and exposed to our most reluctant gaze.
There was little we could do for them.

Our own supply of medicines and bandages was almost too small for our own needs to begin with.

By the time we passed three villages we scarcely had enough lint and liniment left to take care of my wound; but even that scant supply we cut in half for a particularly bad case.
"Don't the Germans do anything for you ?" we demanded, over and over again.
The answer was always the same.
"Germani mbaia!" (The Germans are bad!) They were lifeless--listless--tamed until neither ambition nor courage was left.

When their cattle had brought forth young and it looked as if there might be some profit at last, the Masai came and raided them, taking away all but the very old ones and the youngest calves.

The Germans, they said, taxed them and took their weapons away, but gave them no protection.
At one place we passed a rifle, lying all rusted by the track.