Part 4 (1/2)

”Oh, he travel rowing cold”

There is no persuading the native servant who has lived under the Union Jack that an Englishman does not need hot tea at frequent intervals, even after three cocktails in an afternoon So we trooped to the table to oblige hi much refreshed

”What is that man's name?” demanded Monty

”Hassan”

”Do you know hie to him?”

”Yes, bwana”

”Tell him to come and talk with us at the hotel as soon as he hears we are out of this”

We did not know it at the tiuessed it either) that we had taken the surest way of setting all Zanzibar by the ears In that last lingering stronghold of legal slavery, where the only stories judged worth listening to are the very sources of the Thousand Nights and a Night, intrigue is not perhaps the breath of life, but it is the salt and savory There is a woolly-headed sultan who draws a guaranteed, fixed incoale hied ahts, and ulations In fact, Zanzibar has come on miserable times from certain points of view But there re to all the rumors borne by sea ”Play on the flute in Zanzibar and Africa as far as the lakes will dance!” the Arabs say, and the gentry who once drove slaves or traded ivory refuse to believe that the day of lawlessness is gone forever One ru behind the bars of the lazaretto, desiring to speak with Hassan, ”'nephew” of Tippoo Tib, and offering h to send whispers sizzling up and down all the mazy streets

----------------Slavery was not absolutely and finally abolished in Zanzibar until 1906, during which year even the old slaves, hitherto unwilling to be set free, had to be pensioned off

Our release from quarantine took place next day, and ent to the hotel, where ere besieged at once by trades hiood export firms” Monty departed to call on British officialdo that he has to do the stilted social stuff) Yerkes went to call on the United States Consul, the saion, for he always does it, and alovernment afterward So Fred and I were left to repel boarders, and it came about that o received Hassan

He entered our rooh to say ”Karibu!”)--a sle on his shaven head, his henna-stained beard all newly-co nearly to his heels, a sort of vest of silk e his sto the least ashamed, most obviously opportunist face I ever saw, even on a blackin and observing our lack of worldly goods with one sweep of the eye (We had not stocked up yet with new things, and probably he did not know our old ones were at the bottoh, at all events at the first rush, for poverty on the surface did not trouble hiood day

”You send for uide?”

The Haroun-al-Raschid look had disappeared Noas the jack-of-all-trades, wondering which end of the jack to push in first

”When I need a guide I'll get a licensed one,” said Fred, sitting down and turning partly away froentry think they have impressed you) ”What is your business, Johnson?”

”My name Hassan, sah You send for me? You want a head all roads, and how to s!”

---------------Wapagazi, plural of pagazi, porter

Safari, journey, and, by inference, outfit for a journey

”Any papers to prove it?” asked Fred

”No, sir Reference to Tippoo Tib himself sufficient! He my part-uncle”

”Ready to tell any kind of a lie for you, eh?”

”No, sir, always telling truth! You got a cook yet?”