You get into your clothes and boots, go out of your tent, and find there a basin of hot water and your toilet equipment.

The basin is supported on a three-pronged stick thrust into the ground and makes a thoroughly satisfactory washstand.

The fire in front of the cook's tent is burning merrily and he and his assistants are busily at work on the morning breakfast.

Twenty other camp-fires are burning around the twenty small white tents that the porters and others occupy, and scores of half-clad natives are cooking their breakfasts.

The ration that we were required to give them was a pound and a half of ground-corn a day for each man, but in good hunting country we got them a good deal of meat to eat.