They are very fond of hartebeest, zebra, rhino, and especially hippo.

In fact, they are eager to eat any kind of meat, so that anything we killed was certain to be of practical use as food for the porters.

This fact greatly relieves the conscience of the man who shoots an animal for its fine horns.

Six porters sleep in each of the little shelter tents which we were required to supply them, and this number sleeping so closely packed served to keep them warm through the cold African highland nights.
By six o'clock our folding table in the mess tent is laid with white linen and white enamel dishes for breakfast.

So we take our places.