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ROBERT V. DOLBEY, R.A.M.C.</b></center> +<br> +<center>AUTHOR OF "A REGIMENTAL SURGEON IN WAR AND PRISON"</center> +<br> +<center>WITH ILLUSTRATIONS</center> +<hr> +<h2>PREFACE</h2> +<p>The bulk of these "Sketches" were written without any thought of +publication. It was my practice in "writing home" to touch upon +different features of the campaign or of my daily experiences, and +only when I returned to England to find that kind hands had +carefully preserved these hurried letters, did it occur to me that, +grouped together, they might serve to throw some light on certain +aspects of the East Africa campaign, which might not find a place +in a more elaborate history.</p> +<p>For the illustrations, I have been able to draw upon a number of +German photographs which fell into our hands.</p> +<p>I should like to take this opportunity of thanking Mr. H.T. +Montague Bell for the care and kindness with which he has grouped +this collection of inco-ordinate sketches and formed it into a more +or less comprehensive whole.</p> +<p>ROBERT V. DOLBEY,</p> +<p>ITALY,</p> +<p><i>February</i>, 1918.</p> +<hr> +<h2>CONTENTS</h2> +<p><a href="#INT">INTRODUCTION</a></p> +<p><a href="#RULE4_2">THIS ARMY OF OURS</a></p> +<p><a href="#RULE4_3">THE NAVY AND ITS WORK</a></p> +<p><a href="#RULE4_4">LETTOW AND HIS ARMY</a></p> +<p><a href="#RULE4_5">INTELLIGENCE</a></p> +<p><a href="#RULE4_6">GERMAN TREATMENT OF NATIVES</a></p> +<p><a href="#RULE4_7">GOOD FOR EVIL</a></p> +<p><a href="#RULE4_8">THE MECHANICAL TRANSPORT</a></p> +<p><a href="#RULE4_9">THE SURGERY OF THIS WAR</a></p> +<p><a href="#RULE4_10">MY OPERATING THEATRE AT HANDENI</a></p> +<p><a href="#RULE4_11">SOME AFRICAN DISEASES</a></p> +<p><a href="#RULE4_12">HORSE-SICKNESS</a></p> +<p><a href="#RULE4_13">THE WOUNDED FROM KISSAKI</a></p> +<p><a href="#RULE4_14">MY OPERATING THEATRE IN MOROGORO</a></p> +<p><a href="#RULE4_15">THE GERMAN IN PEACE AND WAR</a></p> +<p><a href="#RULE4_16">LOOTING</a></p> +<p><a href="#RULE4_17">SHERRY AND BITTERS</a></p> +<p><a href="#RULE4_18">NATIVE PORTERS</a></p> +<p><a href="#RULE4_19">THE PADRE AND HIS JOB</a></p> +<p><a href="#RULE4_20">FOR ALL PRISONERS AND CAPTIVES</a></p> +<p><a href="#RULE4_21">THE BEASTS OF THE FIELD</a></p> +<p><a href="#RULE4_22">THE BIRDS OF THE AIR</a></p> +<p><a href="#RULE4_23">BITING FLIES</a></p> +<p><a href="#RULE4_24">NIGHT IN MOROGORO</a></p> +<p><a href="#RULE4_25">THE WATERS OF TURIANI</a></p> +<p><a href="#RULE4_26">SCOUTING</a></p> +<p><a href="#RULE4_27">"HUNNISHNESS"</a></p> +<p><a href="#RULE4_28">FROM MINDEN TO MOROGODO</a></p> +<p><a href="#RULE4_29">A MORAL DISASTER</a></p> +<p><a href="#RULE4_30">THE ANGEL OF MOROGORO</a></p> +<p><a href="#RULE4_31">THE WILL TO DESTROY</a></p> +<p><a href="#RULE4_32">DAR-ES-SALAAM</a></p> +<hr> +<a name="RULE4_1"><!-- RULE4 1 --></a> +<h2>LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS</h2> +<p>RHODESIANS CROSSING A GERMAN BRIDGE OVER THE PANGANI RIVER, NEAR +MOMBO, WHICH THEY HAD SAVED FROM DESTRUCTION</p> +<p>BRITISH SHELLS EXPLODING A GERMAN AMMUNITION DUMP.</p> +<p>EXCITEMENT OF THE NATIVES</p> +<p>OUR FIRST WATER SUPPLY AT HANDENI</p> +<p>MY OPERATING THEATRE AT MOROGORO. TWO WOUNDED RHODESIANS AND MY +TWO OPERATING-ROOM BOYS</p> +<p>SISTER ELIZABETH. THE GERMAN SISTER</p> +<p>HUNS ON TREK</p> +<p>AN ENEMY DETACHMENT ON TREK. MACHINE-GUN PORTERS IN FRONT</p> +<p>NATIVES BUILDING A BANDA</p> +<p>A TYPICAL STRETCH OF ROAD THROUGH OPEN BUSH</p> +<p>THE NATIVE VILLAGE OF MOROGORO</p> +<p>A GERMAN DUG-OUT</p> +<p>OLD PORTUGUESE WATERGATE, DAR-ES-SALAAM</p> +<p>MAP OF GERMAN EAST AFRICA</p> +<hr> +<a name="INT"><!-- INT --></a> +<h2>INTRODUCTION</h2> +<p>These sketches of General Smuts' campaign of 1916 in German East +Africa, do not presume to give an accurate account of the tactical +or strategical events of this war. The actual knowledge of the +happenings of war and of the considerations that persuade an Army +Commander to any course of military conduct must, of necessity, be +a closed book to the individual soldier. To the fighting man +himself and to the man on the lines of communication, who helps to +feed and clothe and arm and doctor him, the history of his +particular war is very meagre. War, to the soldier, is limited to +the very narrow horizon of his front, the daily work of his +regiment, or, at the most, of his brigade. Rarely does news from +the rest of one brigade spread to the troops of another in the +field. Only in the hospital that serves the division are the events +of his bit of war correlated and reduced to a comprehensive whole. +Even then the resulting knowledge is usually wrong. For the +imagination of officers, and of men in particular, is wonderful, +and rumour has its birthplace in the hospital ward. One may take it +as an established fact that the ordinary regimental officer or +soldier knows little or nothing about events other than his +particular bit of country. Only the Staff know, and they will not +tell. Sometimes we have thought that all the real news lives in the +cloistered brain of the General and his Chief of Staff. Be this as +it may, we always got fuller and better correlated and co-ordinated +news of the German East African Campaign from "Reuter" or from +<i>The Times</i> weekly edition.</p> +<p>But if the soldier in the forward division knows nothing of the +strategical events of his war, there are many things of which he +does know, and so well too that they eclipse the greater +strategical considerations of the war. He does know the food he +eats and the food that he would like to eat; moreover, he knew, in +German East Africa, what his rations ought to be, and how to do +without them. He learnt how to fight and march and carry heavy +equipment on a very empty stomach. He learnt to eke out his meagre +supplies by living on the wild game of the country, the native +flour, bananas and mangoes. He knew what it meant to have dysentery +and malaria. He had marched under a broiling sun by day and +shivered in the tropic dews at night. He knew what it was to sleep +upon the ground; to hunt for shade from the vertical sun. These and +many other things did he know, and herein lies the chief interest +of this or of any other campaign.</p> +<p>For, strange as it may seem, the soldier in East Africa was more +concerned about his food and clothing, the tea he thirsted for, the +blisters that tormented his weary feet, the equipment that was so +heavy, the sleep that drugged his footsteps on the march, the lion +that sniffed around his drowsy head at night, than about the actual +fighting. These are the real points of personal interest in any +campaign, and if these sketches bear upon the questions of food, +the matter of transport, the manner of the soldier's illness, the +hospitals he stayed in, the tsetse fly that bit him by day, the +mosquitoes that made his nights a perfect torment, they are the +more true to life. For fights are few, and, in this thick bush +country, frequently degenerate into blind firing into a blinder +bush; but the "jigger" flea is with the soldier always.</p> +<p>But this campaign is far different from any of the others in +which our arms are at present engaged. First and of especial +interest was this army of ours; the most heterogeneous collection +of fighting men, from the ends of the earth, all gathered in one +smoothly working homogeneous whole. From Boers and British South +Africans, from Canada and Australia, from India, from home, from +the planters of East Africa, and from all the dusky tribes of +Central Africa, was this army of ours recruited. The country, too, +was of such a character that knowledge of war in other campaigns +was of little value. Thick grass, dense thorn scrub, high elephant +grass, all had their special bearing on the quality of the +fighting. Close-quarter engagements were the rule, dirty fighting +in the jungle, ambushes, patrol encounters; and the deadly +machine-gun that enfiladed or swept every open space. We cannot be +surprised that the mounted arm was robbed of much of its utility, +that artillery work was often blind for want of observation, that +the trench dug in the green heart of a forest escaped the watchful +eyes of aeroplanes, that this war became a fight of men and rifles, +and, above all, the machine-gun.</p> +<p>In this campaign the Hun has been the least of the malignant +influences. More from fever and dysentery, from biting flies, from +ticks and crawling beasts have we suffered than from the bullets of +the enemy. Lions and hyaenas have been our camp followers, and not +a little are we grateful to these wonderful scavengers, the best of +all possible allies in settling the great question of sanitation in +camps. For all our roads were marked by the bodies of dead horses, +mules and oxen, whose stench filled the evening air. Much labour in +the distasteful jobs of burying these poor victims of war did the +scavengers of the forest save us.</p> +<p>The transport suffered from three great scourges: the pest of +horse-sickness and fly and the calamity of rain. For after twelve +hours' rain in that black cotton soil never a wheel could move +until a hot sun had dried the surface of the roads again. Roads, +too, were mere bush tracks in the forest, knee-deep either in dust +or in greasy clinging mud.</p> +<p>Never has Napoleon's maxim that "an army fights on its stomach" +been better exemplified than here. All this campaign we have +marched away from our dinners, as the Hun has marched toward his. +The line of retreat, predetermined by the enemy, placed him in the +fortunate position that the further he marched the more food he +got, the softer bed, more ammunition, and the moral comfort of his +big naval guns that he fought to a standstill and then abandoned. +Heavy artillery meant hundreds of native porters or dove-coloured +humped oxen of the country to drag them; and heavy roads defied the +most powerful machinery to move the guns.</p> +<p>In order to appreciate the great difficulty with which our +Supply Department has had to contend, we must remember that our +lines of communication have been among the longest in any campaign. +From the point of view of the railway and the road haul of +supplies, our lines of communication have been longer than those in +the Russo-Japanese War. For every pound of bully beef or biscuit or +box of ammunition has been landed at Kilindini, our sea base, from +England or Australia, railed up to Voi or Nairobi, a journey +roughly of 300 miles. From one or other of those distributing +points the trucks have had to be dragged to Moschi on the German +railway, from there eastward along the German railway line to Tanga +as far as Korogwe, a matter of another 500 miles. From here the +last stage of 200 miles has been covered by ox or mule or horse +transport, and the all-conquering motor lorry, over these bush +tracks to Morogoro. Can we wonder, then, that the great object of +this campaign has been to raise as many supplies locally as +possible, and to drive our beef upon the hoof in the rear of our +advancing army? Nor is the German unconscious of these our +difficulties. He has with the greatest care denuded the whole +country of supplies before us, and called in to his aid his two +great allies, the tsetse fly and horse sickness, to rob us of our +live cattle and transport animals on the way.</p> +<p>At first we thought the German in East Africa to be a better +fellow than his brother in Europe, more merciful to his wounded +prisoner, more chivalrous in his manner of fighting. But the more +we learn of him the more we come to the conclusion that he is the +same old Hun as he is in Belgium—infinitely crafty, +incredibly beastly in his dealings with his natives and with our +prisoners. Only in one aspect did we find him different, and this +by reason of the fact that we were winning and advancing, taking +his plantations and his farms, finding that he had left his women +and children to our charge. Then we saw the alteration. For I had +known what eight months in German prisons in Europe mean to a +soldier prisoner of war, and now I had German prisoners in my +charge. Anxious to please, eager to conciliate, as infinitely +servile to us, now they were in captivity, as they were vile and +bestial and arrogant to us when they were in authority, were these +prisoners of ours.</p> +<p>Nor was this the only aspect from which the campaign in German +East Africa appealed to those of us who had taken part in the +advance from the Marne to the Aisne in September, 1914. Then we saw +what looting meant, and how the German officer enriched his family +home with trophies looted from many chateaux. We knew of French +houses that had been stripped of every article of value; we saw, +discarded by the roadside, in the rapid and disorganised retreat to +the Aisne, statuary and bronzes, pictures and clocks, and all the +treasures of French homes. Now we were in a position to loot; but +how differently our officers and men behaved! The spoils of +hundreds of German plantations at our mercy; and hardly a thing, +save what was urgently needed for hospitals or food, taken. Every +house in which the German owner lived was left unmolested; only +those abandoned to the mercy of the native plunderer had we +entered. It pays a great tribute to the natural goodness of our +men, that the German example of indiscriminate looting and +destruction was not followed.</p> +<p>To people in England, and, indeed, to many soldiers in France, +it seemed that this campaign of ours in German East Africa was a +mere side-show. It appeared to be a Heaven-sent opportunity to +escape the cold wet misery of the trenches in Flanders. To some it +spelt an expedition of the picnic variety; they saw in this an +opportunity of spending halcyon days in the game preserves, +glorious opportunities for making collections of big game heads, +all sandwiched in with pleasant and successful enterprises against +an enemy that was waiting only a decent excuse to surrender.</p> +<p>How different has been the reality, however! The picnic +enterprise has turned out to be one of the most arduous in our +experience. Many of us had served in France and the Dardanelles +before, and we thought we knew what the hardships of war could +mean. If the truth be told, the soldier suffered in East Africa, in +many ways, greater hardships, performed greater feats of endurance, +endured more from fever and dysentery and the many plagues of the +country than in either of the other campaigns; the soldier marched +and fought and suffered and starved for the simple reason that time +was of the essence of the whole campaign. From June until Christmas +we had to crowd in the campaigning of a whole year; for once the +rains had started all fighting was perforce at an end. Once the +transport wheels had stopped in the black cotton soil mud the army +had to halt. All the time the great aim of the expedition was to +get on and farther on. We had to advance and risk the shortage of +supplies, or we would never reach the Central Railway. And there +was not a soldier who would not prefer to push on and suffer and +finish the campaign than wait in elegant leisure with full rations +to contemplate an endless war in the swamps of East Africa.</p> +<p>The early history of the war in this theatre had been far from +favourable to our arms. In late 1914 our Expeditionary Force failed +in their landing at Tanga, a misfortune that was not compensated +for by our subsequent reverse at Jassin near the Anglo-German +border on the coast. The gallant though unsuccessful defence of the +latter town by our Indian troops, however, caused great losses to +the enemy, and robbed him of many of his most distinguished +officers. But against these we must record the very fine defence of +the Uganda Railway and the successful affair at Longido near the +great Magadi Soda Lake in the Kilimanjaro area. But when South +Africa, in 1916, was called in to redress the balance of India in +German East Africa, the new strategic railway from Voi to the +German frontier was only just commenced, and the enemy were in +occupation of our territory at Taveta. To General Smuts then fell +the task of co-ordinating the various units in British East Africa, +strengthening them with South African troops, pushing on the +railway toward Moschi, and driving the German from British soil. In +so far as his initial movements were concerned, General Smuts +carried out the plans evolved by his predecessors. After a series +of difficult but brilliant engagements, the enemy were forced back +to Moschi, and to the Kilimanjaro area, which, in places, was very +strongly held. From this point he mapped out his own campaign. +Colonel von Lettow was out-manoeuvred by our flanking movements, +and forced to retire partly along the Tanga railway eastward to the +sea, and partly towards the Central Railway in the heart of the +enemy country.</p> +<p>Two outstanding features of this campaign may be mentioned: the +faith the whole army had in General Smuts, the loyalty, absolute +and complete, that all our heterogeneous troops gave to him; and +the natural goodness of the soldier. As for the latter, Boer or +English, Canadian, East African or Indian, all showed that they +could bear the heat and dust and dirty fighting, the disease and +privation just as gallantly, uncomplainingly, and well, as did +their British comrades on the Western front.</p> +<p>Finally, there is one very generous tribute that our army would +pay to the Germans in the field, and that is to the excellence of +the leadership of Lettow, and the devotion with which he has by +threats and cajolings sustained the failing courage of his men. Nor +can one forget that in this war the mainstay of our enemy has lain +in the discipline and devotion of the native troops. Here, indeed, +in this campaign the black man has kept up the spirit of the white. +Nor does this leave the future unclouded with potential trouble, +for, in this war, the black man has seen the white, on both sides, +run from him. The black man is armed and trained in the use of the +rifle, and machine-gun, and his intelligence and capacity have been +attested to by the degree of fire control that he mastered. It must +be more than a coincidence that in the two colonies—East +Africa and the Cameroon—where the Germans used native troops +they put up an efficient and skilful resistance, while in +South-West Africa, where all the enemy troops were white, they +showed little inclination for a fight to a finish. In Colonel von +Lettow-Vorbeck the German army has one of the most able and +resourceful leaders that it has produced in this war.</p> +<hr> +<a name="RULE4_2"><!-- RULE4 2 --></a> +<h2>THIS ARMY OF OURS</h2> +<p>Since Alexander of Macedon descended upon the plains of India, +there can never have been so strange and heterogeneous an army as +this, and a doctor must speak with the tongues of men and angels to +arrive at an even approximate understanding of their varied +ailments. The first division that came with Jan Smuts from the +snows of Kilimanjaro to the torrid delta of the Rufigi contained +them all.</p> +<p>The real history of the war begins with Smuts; for, prior to his +coming, we were merely at war; but when he came we began to fight. +A brief twenty-four hours in Nairobi, during which he avoided the +public receptions and the dinners that a more social chief would +have graced; then he was off into the bush. Wherever that rather +short, but well-knit figure appeared, with his red beard, well +streaked with grey, beneath the red Staff cap, confidence reigned +in all our troops. And to the end this trust has remained unabated. +Many disappointments have come his way, more from his own mounted +troops than from any others; but we have felt that his tactics and +strategy were never wrong. Thus it was that from this heterogeneous +army, Imperial, East African, Indian and South African, he has had +a loyalty most splendid all the time. He may have pushed us forward +so that we marched far in advance of food or supplies, thrust us +into advanced positions that to our military sense seemed very +hazardous. But he meant "getting a move on," and we knew it; and +all of us wished the war to be over. Jan Smuts suffered the same +fever as we did, ate our food, and his personal courage in private +and most risky reconnaissances filled us with admiration and fear, +lest disaster from some German patrol might overtake him. To me the +absence of criticism and the loyal co-operation of all troops have +been most wonderful. For we are an incurably critical people, and +here was a civilian, come to wrest victory from a series of +disasters.</p> +<p>First in interest, perhaps, as they were ever first in fight, +are the Rhodesians, those careless, graceful fellows that have been +here a year before the big advance began. Straight from the bush +country and fever of Northern Rhodesia, they were probably the best +equipped of all white troops to meet the vicissitudes of this +warfare. They knew the dangers of the native paths that wound their +way through the thorn bush, and gave such opportunities for ambush +to the lurking patrol. None knew as they how to avoid the inviting +open space giving so good a field of fire for the machine-gun, that +took such toll of all our enterprises. With them, too, they brought +a liability to blackwater fever that laid them low, a legacy from +Lake Nyasa that marked them out as the victims of this scourge in +the first year of the big advance.</p> +<p>The Loyal North Lancashires, too, have borne the heat and burden +of the day from the first disastrous landing at Tanga. Always +exceedingly well disciplined, they yield to none in the amount of +solid unrewarded work done in this campaign.</p> +<p>Of the most romantic interest probably are the 25th Royal +Fusiliers, the Legion of Frontiersmen. Volumes might be written of +the varied careers and wild lives lived by these strange soldiers +of fortune. They were led by Colonel Driscoll, who, for all his +sixty years, has found no work too arduous and no climate too +unhealthy for his brave spirit. I knew him in the Boer War when he +commanded Driscoll's Scouts, of happy, though irregular memory; +their badge in those days, the harp of Erin on the side of their +slouch hats, and known throughout the country wherever there was +fighting to be had. The 25th Fusiliers, too, were out here in the +early days, and participated in the capture of Bukoba on the Lake. +A hundred professions are represented in their ranks. Miners from +Australia and the Congo, prospectors after the precious mineral +earths of Siam and the Malay States, pearl-fishers and elephant +poachers, actors and opera singers, jugglers, professional strong +men, big-game hunters, sailors, all mingled with professions of +peace, medicine, the law and the clerk's varied trade. Here two +Englishmen, soldiers of fortune or misfortune, as the case might +be, who had specialised in recent Mexican revolutions, till the +fall of Huerta brought them, too, to unemployment; an Irishman +there, for whom the President of Costa Rica had promised a swift +death against a blank wall. Cunning in the art of gun-running, they +were knowing in all the tides of the Caribbean Sea, and in every +dodge to outwit the United States patrol. Nor must I forget one +priceless fellow, a lion-tamer, who, strange to say, feared +exceedingly the wild denizens of the scrub that sniffed around his +patrol at night.</p> +<p>Of our Indian forces the most likeable and attractive were the +Kashmiris, whom the patriot Rajah of Kashmir has given to the India +Government. Recruited from the mountains of Nepal—for the +native of Kashmir is no soldier—they meet one everywhere with +their eager smiling faces. In hospital they are always professing +to a recovery from fever that their pallid faces and enlarged +spleens belie, and they take not kindly to any suggestion of +invaliding.</p> +<p>These battalions of Kashmir Rifles, the Baluchis and the King's +African Rifles have done more dirty bush fighting than any troops +in this campaign. The Baluchis, in particular, have covered +themselves with glory in many a fight.</p> +<p>The most efficient soldiers in East Africa are the King's +African Rifles; unaffected by the fever and the dysentery of the +country, and led by picked white officers, they are in their +element in the thorn jungle in which the Germans have conducted +their rearguard actions. Known at first as the "Suicides Club," the +King's African Rifles lost a far greater proportion of officers +than any other regiment. Nor is it a little that they owe to the +gallant leader of one battalion, Colonel Graham, who lost his life +early in the advance on Moschi. These regiments are recruited from +Nyasaland in the south to Nubia and Abyssinia in the north. Yaos, +known by the three vertical slits in their cheeks; slim Nandi, with +perforated lobes to their ears; ebony Kavirondo; Sudanese of an +excellent quality; Wanyamwezi from the country between Tabora and +Lake Tanganyika, the very tribe from whom the German Askaris are +recruited, and all the dusky tribes that stretch far north to Lake +Rudolph and the Nile. Nor should one forget the Arab Rifles, raised +by that wonderful fellow Wavell, whose brother was a prisoner with +me in Germany. A professing Mohammedan, he was one of very few +white men who had made the pilgrimage to Mecca. He harried the Huns +along the unhealthy districts of the coast, until a patrol, in +ambush, laid him low near Gazi.</p> +<p>Last, and most important, the army of South Africans, whose +coming spelt for us the big advance and the swift move that made us +master of the whole country from Kilimanjaro to the Rufigi. A great +political experiment and a most wonderfully successful one was this +Africander army, English and Boers, under a Boer General. For the +first time since the Great War in South Africa, the Boers made +common cause with us, definitely aligned themselves with us in a +joint campaign and provided the greatest object lesson of this +World War. If the campaign of German East Africa was worth while, +its value has been abundantly proved in this welding of the races +that, despite local disagreements, has occurred. The South African +troops have found the country ill adapted to their peculiar genius +in war, and the blind bush has robbed the mounted arm of much of +its efficiency. Not here the wide distances to favour their +enveloping tactics. Much have they suffered from fever, hardships +and privation, and to their credit lies the greatest of all marches +in this campaign, the 250 mile march to Kondoa Irangi in the height +of the rainy season. The South African Infantry arrived in Kondoa +starved and worn and bootless after this forced march to extricate +the mounted troops, whose impetuous ardour had thrust them far +beyond the possibility of supplies, into the heart of the enemy's +country. We cannot sufficiently praise the apparently reckless +tactics that made this wonderful march towards the Central Railway, +or the uncomplaining fortitude of troops who lived in this +fever-stricken country, on hippopotamus meat, wild game and native +meal. To the Boer, as to all of us, this campaign must have taught +a wonderful lesson, for many prejudices have been modified, and it +has been learnt that "coolies" (as only too often the ignorant +style all natives of India) and "Kaffirs," can fight with the +best.</p> +<p>This campaign would have been largely impossible, were it not +for the Cape Boys and other natives from the Union, who have come +to run our mule and ox transport. Their peculiar genius is the +management of horses, mules and cattle. Different from other +primitive and negro people, they are very kind to animals, +infinitely knowledgeable in the lore of mule and ox, they can be +depended upon to exact the most from animal transport with the +least cruelty. Wonderful riders these; I have seen them sit bucking +horses in a way that a Texas cowboy or a Mexican might envy.</p> +<p>One should not leave the subject of this army without reference +to the Cape Corps—that experiment in military recruiting +which many of us were at first inclined to condemn. But from the +moment the Cape Boy enlisted in the ranks of the Cape Corps his +status was raised, and he adopted, together with his regulation +khaki uniform and helmet, a higher responsibility towards the army +than did his brother who helped to run the transport. They have +been well officered, they have been a lesson to all of us in the +essential matters of discipline and smartness, they have done much +of the dirty work entailed by guarding lines of communication, and +now, when given their longed-for chance of actual fighting on the +Rufigi, they have covered themselves with distinction. For my part, +as a doctor, I found they had too much ego in their cosmos, as is +commonly the fault of half-bred races, and a sick Cape Corps +soldier seemed always very sick indeed; yet, as the campaign +progressed, we came to like and to admire these troops the more, so +that their distinction won in the Rufigi fighting was welcomed very +gladly by all of us.</p> +<p>Later in the campaign arrived the Gold Coast Regiment; and now +the Nigerian Brigade are here. Very, very smart and soldier-like +these Hausa and Fulani troops; Mohammedan, largely, in religion, +and bearded where the East Coast native is smooth-faced, they will +stay to finish this guerilla fighting, for which their experience +in the Cameroon has so well fitted them. The Gold Coast Regiment +has always been where there has been the hardest fighting, their +green woollen caps and leather sandals marking them out from other +negroid soldiers. And their impetuous courage has won them many +captured enemy guns, and, alas! a very long list of casualties. But +in hospital they are the merriest of happy people, always joking +and smiling, and are quite a contrast to our much more serious East +Coast native; they have earned from their white sergeants and +officers very great admiration and devotion. By far the best +equipped of any unit in the field, they had, as a regiment, no less +than eight machine-guns and a regimental mountain battery.</p> +<hr> +<a name="RULE4_3"><!-- RULE4 3 --></a> +<h2>THE NAVY AND ITS WORK</h2> +<p>To the Navy that alone has made this campaign possible, we +soldiers owe our grateful thanks. But there have been times when, +in our blindness, we have failed to realise how great the task was +to blockade 400 miles of this coast and to keep a watchful eye on +Mozambique. For before the Portuguese made common cause with us, +there was a great deal of gun-running along the southern border of +German East Africa, which our present Allies found impossible to +watch. Two factors materially aided the Germans in making the fight +they have. First, there was the lucky "coincidence" of the +Dar-es-Salaam Exhibition. This exhibition, which was to bring the +whole world to German East Africa in August, 1914, provided the +military authorities with great supplies of machinery, stores and +exhibits from all the big industrial centres; and these were +swiftly adapted to the making of rifles and munitions of war. To +this must be added the most important factor of all, the +<i>Königsberg</i>, lying on the mud flats far up the Rufigi, +destroyed by us, it is true, but not before the ship's company of +700, officers and men, and most of the guns had been transported +ashore, the latter mounted on gun carriages and dragged by weary +oxen or thousands of black porters to dispute our advance. In due +course, however, these were abandoned, one by one, as we pressed +the enemy back from the Northern Railway south to the Rufigi. Last, +but by no means least, was the moral support their wireless +stations gave them. These, though unable, since the destruction of +the main stations, to transmit messages, continued for some time to +receive the news from Nauen in Germany. By the air from Germany the +officers received the Iron Cross, promotion, and the Emperor's +grateful thanks.</p> +<p>But if you would see what work the Navy has done, you must first +begin at Lindi in the south. There you will see the +<i>Präsident</i> of the D.O.A. line lying on her side with her +propellers blown off and waiting for our tugs to drag her to Durban +for repair. And in the Rufigi lying on the mudbanks, fourteen miles +from the mouth, you will see the <i>Königsberg</i>, once the +pride of German cruisers, half sunk and completely dismantled. The +hippopotami scratch their tick-infested flanks upon her rusted +sides, crocodiles crawl across her decks, fish swim through the +open ports. In Dar-es-Salaam you will see the <i>König</i> +stranded at the harbour mouth, the <i>Tabora</i> lying on her side +behind the ineffectual shelter of the land; the side uppermost +innocent of the Red Cross and green line that adorned her seaward +side. For she was a mysterious craft. She flew the Red Cross and +was tricked out as a hospital ship on one side, the other painted +grey. True, she had patients and a doctor on board when a pinnace +from one of our cruisers examined her, but she also had +machine-guns mounted and gun emplacements screwed to her deck, and +all the adaptations required for a commerce raider. So our admiral +decided that, after due notice, so suspicious a craft were better +sunk. A few shots flooded her compartments and she heeled over, +burying the lying Cross of Geneva beneath the waters of the +harbour. Further up the creek you will see the <i>Feldmarschall</i> +afloat and uninjured, save for the engines that our naval party had +destroyed, and ready, to our amazement, at the capture of the town, +to be towed to Durban and to carry British freight to British +ports, and maybe meet a destroying German submarine upon the way. +Further up still you will find the Governor's yacht and a gunboat, +sunk this time by the Germans; but easy to raise and to adapt for +our service. Strange that so methodical a people should have +bungled so badly the simple task of rendering a valuable ship +useless for the enemy. But they have blundered in the execution of +their plans everywhere. The attempt to obstruct the harbour mouth +at Dar-es-Salaam was typical of their naval ineptitude. Barely two +hundred yards across this bottle-neck, it should have been an easy +job to block. So they sank the floating dock in the southern +portion of the channel and moored the <i>König</i> by bow and +stern hawsers, to the shores on either side in position for +sinking. Instead of flooding her they prepared an explosive bomb +and timed it to go off at the fall of the tide. But the bomb failed +to explode, and an ebb tide setting in, broke the stern moorings +and drove her sideways on the shore. Here she lies now and the +channel is still free to all our ships to come and go. We found, at +the occupation, the record of the court-martial on the German naval +officer responsible for the failure of the plan. He seems to have +pleaded, with success, the fact that his dynamite was fifteen years +old. After that no further attempt was made, and for nearly a year +before we occupied the town our naval whalers and small cruisers +sailed, the white ensign proudly flying, into the harbour to anchor +and to watch the interned shipping. It must have been a humiliating +spectacle to the Hun; but he was helpless. Woe betide him, if he +placed a mine or trained a gun upon this ship of ours. The town +would have suffered, and this they could not risk.</p> +<p>Yet further up the coast, near Tanga, the <i>Markgraf</i> lies +beached in shallow water, and the <i>Reubens</i> a wreck in Mansa +Bay.</p> +<p>In most of our naval operations our intelligence has been +excellent, and Fortune has been kind. It seemed to the Germans that +we employed some special witchcraft to provide the knowledge that +we possessed. So they panicked ingloriously, and sought spies +everywhere, and hanged inoffensive natives by the dozen to the +mango trees. One day one of our whalers entered Tanga harbour the +very day the German mines were lifted for the periodical overhaul. +The Germans ascribed such knowledge to the Prince of Evil. The +whaler proceeded to destroy a ship lying there, and, on its way +out, fired a shell into a lighter that was lying near. In this +lighter were the mines, as the resulting explosion testified. This +completed the German belief in our possession of supernatural +powers of obtaining information.</p> +<p>Again at the bombardment and capture of Bagamoyo by the Fleet, +it seemed to the Hun that wherever the German commander went, to +this trench or to that observation post, our 6-inch shells would +follow him. All day long they pursued his footsteps, till he also +panicked and searched the bush for a hidden wireless. He it was who +shot our gallant Marine officer, as our men stormed the trenches, +and paid the penalty for his rashness shortly after.</p> +<p>The little German tug <i>Adjutant</i>, which in times of peace +plied across the bar at Chinde to bring off passengers and mails to +the ships that lay outside, has had a chequered career in this war. +Slipping out from Chinde at the outbreak of war, she made her way +to Dar-es-Salaam. From there she essayed another escapade only to +fall into our hands. Transformed into a gunboat, she harried the +Germans in the Delta of the Rufigi, until, greatly daring, one day +she ran ashore on a mudbank in the river. Captured with her crew +she was taken to pieces by the Germans and transported by rail to +Ujiji on Lake Tanganyika. And there the Belgians found her, partly +reconstructed, as they entered the harbour. A little longer delay, +and the resurrected <i>Adjutant</i> would have played havoc with +our small craft and the Belgians', which had driven the German +ships off the vast waters of this lake.</p> +<hr> +<a name="RULE4_4"><!-- RULE4 4 --></a> +<h2>LETTOW AND HIS ARMY</h2> +<p>Lettow, the one-eyed, or to give him his full title, Colonel von +Lettow-Vorbeck, is the heart and soul of the German resistance in +East Africa. Indomitable and ubiquitous, he has kept up the +drooping spirits of his men by encouragement, by the example of +great personal courage, and by threats that he can and will carry +out. Wounded three times, he has never left his army, but has been +carried about on a "machela" to prevent the half-resistance that +leads to surrender. And now we hear he has had blackwater, and, +recovering, has resumed his elusive journeys from one discouraged +company to another all over the narrowing area of operations that +alone is left to the Hun of his favourite colonial possessions. For +to the fat shipping clerk of Tanga, whose soul lives only for beer +and the leave that comes to reward two years of effort, the +temptation to go sick or to get lost in the bush in front of our +advancing armies is very great. He is not of the stuff that heroes +are made of, and surrender is so safe and easy. A prison camp in +Bombay is clearly preferable to this unending retreat. He has done +enough for honour, he argues, he has proved his worth after two and +a half years of resistance! This colony has put up the best fight +of all, "and the <i>Schwein Engländer</i> holds the seas, so +further resistance is hopeless." "We are not barbarians, are we +Fritz?" But Fritz has ceased to care. "Ahmednagar for mine," says +he, reverting to the language he learnt in the brewery at +Milwaukee, in days that now seem to belong to some antenatal life. +Soon he will look for some white face beneath the strange sun +helmet the English wear, up will go his hands, and +"Kamerad"—that magic word—will open the doors to +sumptuous ease behind the prison bars.</p> +<p>But Lettow is going "all out." His black Askaris are not +discouraged, and, in this war, the black man is keeping up the +courage of the white. Had the native soldiers got their tails down +the game was up as far as the Germans were concerned. But these +faithful fellows see the "Bwona Kuba," as they call Lettow, here +encouraging, everywhere inspiring them by his example, and they +will stay with him until the end. Like many great soldiers, Lettow +is singularly careless in his dress; and the tale is told at Moschi +of a young German officer who stole a day's leave and discussed +with a stranger at a shop window the chances of the ubiquitous +Lettow arriving to spoil his afternoon. Nor did he know until he +found the reprimand awaiting him in camp that he had been +discussing the ethics of breaking out of camp with the "terror" +himself.</p> +<p>A soldier of fortune is Lettow. His name is stained with the +hideous massacres of the Hereros in South-West Africa. His was the +order, transmitted through the German Governor's mouth, that thrust +the Herero women and children into the deserts of Damaraland to +die. Before the war in South Africa, rumour says, he was instructor +to the "Staats Artillerie," which Kruger raised to stay the storm +that he knew inevitably would overwhelm him. Serving, with Smuts +and Botha themselves in the early months of the Boer war, he joined +the inglorious procession of foreigners that fled across the bridge +at Komati Poort after Pretoria fell, and left the Boer to fight it +out unaided for two long and weary years more. No wonder that +Lettow has sworn never to surrender to that "damned Dutchman Jan +Smuts." Chary of giving praise for work well done, he yet is +inexorable to failure. The tale is told that Lettow was furious +when Fischer, the major in command at Moschi, was bluffed out of +his impregnable position there by Vandeventer, evacuated the +northern lines, and retired on Kahe, thus saving us the expense of +taking a natural fortress that would have taxed all our energies. +White with rage, he sent for Fischer and handed him one of his own +revolvers. "Let me hear some interesting news about you in a day or +two." And Fischer took the pistol and walked away to consider his +death warrant. He looked at that grim message for two days before +he could summon up his courage: then he shot himself, well below +the heart, in a spot that he thought was fairly safe. But poor +Fischer's knowledge of anatomy was as unsound as his strategy, for +the bullet perforated his stomach. And it took him three days to +die.</p> +<p>A tribe which has contributed largely to the German military +forces is the Wanyamwezi. Of excellent physique, they long resisted +German domination, but now they are entirely subdued. Hardy, brave +and willing, they are the best fighters and porters, probably, in +the whole of East Africa. Immigrant Wanyamwezi, enlisted in British +East Africa into our King's African Rifles, do not hesitate to +fight against their blood brothers. There is no stint to the +faithful service they have given to the Germans. But for them our +task would have been much easier. For drilling and parade the +native mind shows great keenness and aptitude; little squads of men +are drilled voluntarily by their own N.C.O.'s in their spare time; +and often, just after an official drill is over, they drill one +another again. Smart and well-disciplined they are most punctilious +in all military services.</p> +<hr> +<a name="RULE4_5"><!-- RULE4 5 --></a> +<h2>INTELLIGENCE</h2> +<p>Of all the departments of War in German East Africa probably the +most romantic and interesting is the Intelligence Department. Far +away ahead of the fighting troops are the Intelligence officers +with their native scouts. These officers, for the most part, are +men who have lived long in the country, who know the native +languages, and are familiar with the lie of the land from +experience gained in past hunting trips. Often behind the enemy, +creeping along the lines of communication, these officers carry +their lives in their hands, and run the risk of betrayal by any +native who happens across them. Sleeping in the bush at night, +unable to light fires to cook their food, lest the light should +attract the questing patrol, that, learning of their presence in +the country, has been out after them for days. Hiding in the bush, +short of rations, the little luxuries of civilisation long since +finished, forced to smoke the reeking pungent native tobacco, +living off wild game (that must be trapped, not shot), and native +meal, at the mercy of the natives whom both sides employ to get +information of the other, these men are in constant danger. Nor are +the amenities of civilised warfare theirs when capture is their +lot.</p> +<p>Fortunately for the British Empire there has never been any lack +of those restless beings whose wandering spirits lead them to the +confines of civilisation and beyond. To this type of man the +African continent has offered a particular attraction, and we +should have fared badly in the East African campaign, if we could +not have relied upon the services of many of them. They are for the +most part men who have abandoned at an early age the prosaic +existence previously mapped out for them, and plunging into the +wilds of Africa have found a more attractive livelihood in big game +shooting and prospecting. By far the most exhilarating calling is +that of the elephant hunter, who finds in the profits he derives +from it all the compensation he requires for the hardships, the +long marches, and the grave personal dangers. In the most +inaccessible parts of the continent he plies his trade, knowing +that his life may depend upon the quickness of his eye and +intellect and the accuracy of his aim. Nor are his troubles over +when his quarry has been secured. The ivory has still to be +disposed of, and it is not always safe to attempt to sell in the +territory where the game has been shot. The area of no man's land +in Africa has long since been a diminishing quantity, and the +promiscuous shooting of elephants is not encouraged. It becomes +necessary, therefore, to study the question of markets, and the +successful hunter finds it convenient to vary the spheres of his +activities continually.</p> +<p>Not the least of the assets of these men is the knowledge they +have of the native and the hold they have obtained over them. That +man will go farthest who relies on the respect rather than on the +fear he inspires. The latter may go a long way, but unless it has +the former to support it, the chances are against it sooner or +later. One man I know of owed his life more than once to his +devotion to a small stick that walking, sitting or lying he never +allowed out of his hand. The native mind came to attach magical +powers to the stick, and consequently to the man himself. On one +eventful journey when he had gone farther afield than his wont, and +farther than his native porters cared to accompany him, symptoms of +mutiny made their appearance. A council was held as to whether he +should be murdered or not; he was fortunate enough to overhear it. +The only possible deterrent seemed to be a dread of the magical +stick, but the two ringleaders affected to make light of it. +Realising that the time had come for decisive action, the white man +summoned the company, told them that his stick had revealed the +plot to him and warned them of the danger they ran. To clinch his +argument he offered to allow the ringleaders to return home, taking +the stick with them; but told them that they would be dead within +twenty-four hours, and the stick would come back to him. To his +dismay they accepted the challenge, and for him there could be no +retreat. In desperation he poisoned the food they were to take with +them, and awaited developments. The two natives set off early in +the morning. By the afternoon they were back again, and with them +the stick. In the solitude of their homeward trek their courage had +oozed out; they feared the magic, and fortunately had not touched +the poisoned provisions. In the feasting that had to celebrate this +satisfactory denouement it was possible to substitute other food +for that which had been taken on the abortive journey. Magic or the +fear of it had saved the situation; but the instincts of loyalty +had been fired previously by a character that had many attractive +features and never allowed firmness to dispossess justice.</p> +<p>At the outbreak of the war two of our Nimrods—whom I shall +call Hallam and Best—were camped by the Rovuma river. Hearing +that there were British ships at Lindi, they made for the coast to +offer their services in the sterner hunt, after much more dangerous +game, that they knew had now begun. The native runner that brought +them the news from Mozambique also warned them of the German force +that was hot foot in pursuit of them. So they tarried not in the +order of their going, and made for the shelter of the fleet. But +Best would read his weekly <i>Times</i> by the light of the lamp at +their camp table for all the Huns in Christendom, he said, and +derided Hallam's surer sense of danger near at hand. So in the +early hours their pickets came running in, all mixed up with German +Askaris, and the ring of rifle and machine-gun fire told them that +their time had come. Capsizing the tell-tale lamp, they scattered +in the undergrowth like a covey of partridges, Hallam badly wounded +in the leg and only able to crawl. The friendly shelter of the +papyrus leaves beside the river-bank was his refuge; and as he +plunged into the river the scattered volley of rifle shots tore the +reeds above him. All night they remained there. Hallam up to his +neck in water, and the ready prey of any searching crocodile that +the blood that oozed from his wounded leg should inevitably have +attracted; the Germans on the bank. Next morning the trail of blood +towards the river assured the enemy that Hallam was no more, for +who could live in these dangerous waters all night, wounded as he +was? But if Hallam could hunt like a leopard, he could also swim +like a fish. Next day brought a native fishing canoe into sight, +and to it he swam, still clutching the rifle that second nature had +caused him to grab as he plunged into the reeds. With a wet rifle +and nine cartridges he persuaded the natives not only to ferry him +across to the Portuguese side, but also to carry him in a +"machela," a hammock slung between native porters, from which he +shot "impala" for his food. But somehow word had got across the +river that Hallam had eluded death, and the German Governor stormed +and threatened till the Portuguese sent police to arrest the +fugitive. But the native runner who brought him news of his +discovery also brought word of the approaching police. So with his +rifle and three cartridges to sustain him, often delirious with +fever, and the inflammation in his leg, he commandeered the men of +a native village and persuaded them, such was the prestige of his +name, to carry him twenty-eight days in the "machela" to a friendly +mission station on Lake Nyasa. Here the kindly English sisters +nursed him back to life and health again.</p> +<p>Best was not so lucky, for he was taken prisoner. But there was +no German gaol that could hold so resourceful a prisoner as this. +In due time he made his escape, and was to be found later looping +the loop above Turkish camps in the Sinai Peninsula.</p> +<p>One German, of whom our information had been that "his company +did little else but rape women and loot goats," fell into my hands +when we took the English Universities Mission at Korogwe. Could +this be he, I thought, as I saw an officer of mild appearance and +benevolent aspect speaking English so perfectly and peering at me +through big spectacles? Badly wounded and with a fracture of the +thigh, he had begged me to look after him, saying the most disloyal +things about the character and surgical capacity of the German +doctor whom we had left behind to look after German wounded. Not +that the <i>Oberstabsarzt</i> did not deserve them, but it was so +gratuitously beastly to say them to me, an enemy. He deplored, too, +with such unctuous phrases, the fact that war should ever have +occurred in East Africa. How it would spoil the years of toil, +toward Christianity, of many mission stations! How the simple +native had been taught in this war to kill white men; hitherto, of +course, the vilest of crimes. How the march of civilisation had +been put back for twenty-five years. How the prestige of the white +man had fallen, for had not natives seen white men, on both sides, +run away before them? Many such pious expressions issued from his +lips. But the true Hun character came out when he asked whether the +hated Boers were coming? The most vindictive expression, that even +the benevolent spectacles could only partly modify, clouded his +face, and he complained to me most bitterly of the black +ingratitude of the Boers toward Germany. "All my life, from +boyhood," he complained, "have I not subscribed my pfennigs to +provide Christmas presents for the poor Boers suffering under the +heel of England. Did not German girls," he whined, "knit stockings +for the women of that nation that was so akin to the Germans in +blood, and that lay so pitifully prostrate beneath the feet of +England?" Nor would he be appeased until I assured him that the +Boers were far away.</p> +<p>Another, whose reputation was that of "a hard case, and addicted +to drink," I found also in hospital in Korogwe, recovered from an +operation for abscess of the liver, and living in hospital with his +wife. Spruce and rather jumpy he insisted on exhibiting his +operation wound to me, paying heavy compliments to English skill in +surgery; not, mark you, that he had any but the greatest contempt +that all German doctors, too, profess for British medicine and +surgery. But he hoped, by specious praise, to be sent to +Wilhelmstal and not to join the other prisoners in Ahmednagar. +Bottles of soda-water ostentatiously displayed upon his table might +have suggested what his bleary eye and shaky hands belied. So I +contented myself with removing the pass key to the wine cellar, +that lay upon the sideboard, and duly marked him down on the list +for transfer to Wilhelmstal.</p> +<p>That the spirit of Baron Munchausen still lives in German East +Africa is attested to by Intelligence reports. It says a great deal +for Lettow's belief in the accuracy of our information that he very +promptly put a stop to the notoriety and reputation for valour that +two German officers enjoyed. One had made an unsuccessful attempt +to bomb the Uganda Railway on two occasions; but neither time did +he do any damage, though, on each occasion, he claimed to have cut +the line. The other, possessed of greater imagination, reported to +his German commander that he had attacked one of our posts along +the railway, completely destroying it and all in it. The painful +truth he learnt afterwards from German headquarters was that the +English suffered no casualties, and the post was comparatively +undamaged.</p> +<p>The sad fate of one enterprising German officer who set out to +make an attack upon one of our posts was, at the time, the cause, +of endless jesting at the expense of the Survey and Topographical +Department of British East Africa. He was relying upon an old +English map of the country, but owing to its extreme inaccuracy, he +lost his way, ran out of water, and made an inglorious surrender. +This, of course, was attributed by the Germans to the low cunning +employed by our Intelligence Department that allowed the German +authorities to get possession of a misleading map.</p> +<p>That retribution follows in the wake of an unpopular German +officer, as shown by extracts from captured German diaries, is +attested to by the record of two grim tragedies in the African +bush, one of an officer who "lost his way," the other of an officer +who was shot by his own men.</p> +<hr> +<a name="RULE4_6"><!-- RULE4 6 --></a> +<h2>GERMAN TREATMENT OF NATIVES</h2> +<p>One of the features of German military life that fills one with +horror and disgust is their brutality to the native. Nor do they +make any attempt to cloak their atrocities. For they perpetuate +them by photographs, many of which have fallen into our hands; and +from these one sees a tendency to gloat over the ghastly exhibits. +The pictures portray gallows with a large number of natives hanging +side by side. In some, soldiers are drawn up in hollow square, one +side of it open to the civil population, and there is little doubt +that these are punitive and impressive official executions, carried +out under "proper judicial conditions" as conceived by Germans. But +what offends one's taste so much are the photographs of German +officers and men standing with self-conscious and self-satisfied +expressions beside the grim gallows on which their victims hang. +From the great number of these pictures we have found, it is quite +clear that not only are such executions very common, but that they +are also not unpleasing to the sense of the German population; +otherwise they would not bequeath to posterity their own smiling +faces alongside the unhappy dead. With us it is so different. When +we have to administer the capital penalty we do it, of course, +openly, and after full judicial inquiry in open court. Nor do we +rob it of its impressive character by excluding the native +population. But such sentences in war are usually carried out by +shooting, and photographs are not desired by any of the spectators. +It is a vile business and absolutely revolting to us, nor do we +hesitate to hurry away as soon as the official character of the +parade is over. I well remember one such execution, in Morogoro, of +a German Askari who assaulted a little German girl with a "kiboko" +during the two days' interregnum that elapsed between Lettow's +departure and our occupation of the town. To British troops the +most unwelcome duty of all is to form a part of a firing party on +such occasions. The firing party are handed their rifles, alternate +weapons only loaded with ball cartridge, that their sense of +decency may not be offended by the distasteful recollection of +killing a man in cold blood. For this assures that no man knows +whether his was the rifle that sped the living soul from that +pitiful cringing body.</p> +<p>In the past the Germans have had constant trouble with the +natives, not one tribe but has had to be visited by sword and flame +and wholesale execution. That this is not entirely the fault of the +natives is shown by the fact that we have not experienced in East +Africa and Uganda a tenth part of the trouble with our natives, +notoriously a most restless and warlike combination of races.</p> +<p>It was thought at one time that, if the Germans seriously +weakened their hold on some of the more troublesome tribes and +withdrew garrisons from localities where troops alone had kept the +native in subjection, risings of a terrible and embarrassing +character would be the result. That such fear entered also into the +German mind is shown by the fact that for long they did not dare to +withdraw certain administrative officials, and much-valued soldiers +of the regular army, who would have been of great service as army +commanders, from their police work. Notably is this the case at +Songea, in the angle between Lake Nyasa and the Portuguese border. +To the state of terror among the German women owing to the fear of +a native rising during the intervening period between the retreat +of their troops and the arrival of our own in Morogoro I myself can +testify. For the German nursing sisters who worked with me told of +the flight to this town of outlying families, and how the women +were all supplied with tablets of prussic acid to swallow, if the +dreadful end approached. For death from the swift cyanide would be +gentler far than at the hands of a savage native. But the Germans +have to admit that as they showed no mercy to the native in the +past, so they could expect none at such a time as this. They told +me of the glad relief with which they welcomed the coming of our +troops, and how with tears of gratitude they threw swift death into +the bushes, much indeed as they hated the humiliating spectacle of +the gallant Rhodesians and Baluchis making their formal entry into +the fair streets of Morogoro.</p> +<p>The German hold on the natives is, owing to severe repressive +measures in the past and the unrelaxing discipline of the present +war, most effective and likely to remain so, until our troops +appear actually among them. Indeed, the fear of a native rising, +and the butchery of German women and children has been ever on our +minds, and we have had to impress upon the native that we desired +or could countenance no such help upon their part. All we asked of +the native population was to keep the peace and supply us with +information, food and porters. We sent word among the restless +tribes to warn them to keep quiet, saying that, if the Germans had +chastised them with whips, we would, indeed, chastise them with +scorpions in the event of their getting out of hand. And we must +admit that, almost without exception, the natives of all tribes +have proved most welcoming, most docile and most grateful for our +arrival. Had it not been for the clandestine intrigues of the +German planters and missionaries whom we returned to their homes +and occupations of peace, there would have been no trouble. But the +Hun may promise faithfully, may enter into the most solemn +obligations not to take active or passive part further in the war; +but, nevertheless, he seems unable to keep himself from betraying +our trust. Such a born spy and intriguer is he that he cannot +refrain from intimidating the native, of whose quietness he is now +assured by the presence of our troops, by threats of what will +befall him when the Germans return, if he, the native, so much as +sells us food or enters our employment as a porter.</p> +<p>But the native is extraordinarily local in his knowledge, his +world bounded for him by the borders of neighbouring and often +hostile tribes. We are not at all certain that any but coast or +border tribes can really appreciate the difference between British +rule and the domination that has now been swept away.</p> +<p>Recent reports on all sides show the desire for peace and the +end of the war; for war brings in its train forced labour, the +requisition of food, and the curse of German Askaris wandering +about among the native villages, satisfying their every want, often +at the point of the bayonet. Preferable even to this are the piping +times of peace, when the German administrator, with rare +exceptions, singularly unhappy in his dealing with the chiefs, +would not hesitate to thrash a chief before his villagers, and +condemn him to labour in neck chains, on the roads among his own +subjects. And this, mark you, for the failure of the chief to keep +an appointment, when the fat-brained German failed to appreciate +the difference in the natives' estimation of time. By Swahili time +the day commences at 7 a.m. In the past, it was no wonder that +chiefs, burning with a sense of wrong and the humiliation they had +suffered, preferred to raise their tribe and perish by the sword +than endure a life that bore such indignity and shame.</p> +<p>But our job has not been rendered any easier by the difficulty +we have experienced in pacifying the simple blacks by attempts to +dispel the fears of rapine and murder at the hands of our soldiers, +with which the Germans have been at such pains to saturate the +native mind. This, in conjunction with the suspicion which the +native of German East Africa has for any European, and more +especially his horror of war, has made us prepared to see the +native bolt at our approach.</p> +<p>But if our task has succeeded, there has been striking ill +success on the part of the Germans in organising and inducing, in +spite of their many attempts and the obvious danger to their own +women and children, these native tribes to oppose our advance. +Fortunately for us, and for the white women of the country, tribes +will not easily combine, and are loath to leave their tribal +territory.</p> +<p>Many of us have looked with some concern upon the mere +possibility of this German colony being returned to its former +owners. We must remember that we shall inevitably lose the measure +of respect the native holds for us, if we contemplate giving back +this province once more to German ruling. Prestige alone is the +factor in the future that will keep order among these savage races +who have now learnt to use the rifle and machine-gun, and have +money in plenty to provide themselves with ammunition. The war has +done much to destroy the prestige that allows a white man to +dominate thousands of the natives. For to the indigenous +inhabitants of the country, the white man's ways are inexplicable; +they cannot conceive a war conducted with such alternate savagery +and chivalry. To those who look upon the women of the vanquished as +the victors' special prize, the immunity from outrage that German +women enjoy is beyond their comprehension. For that reason we shall +welcome the day when an official announcement is made that the +British Government have taken over the country. One would like to +see big "indabas" held at every town and centre in the country, +formal raising of the Union Jack, cannon salutes, bands playing and +parades of soldiers.</p> +<hr> +<a name="RULE4_7"><!-- RULE4 7 --></a> +<h2>GOOD FOR EVIL</h2> +<p>When the rains had finished, by May, 1916, in the Belgian Congo, +General Molitor began to move upon Tanganyika. Soon our motor-boat +flotilla and the Belgian launches and seaplanes had swept the lake +of German shipping; and the first Belgian force landed and occupied +Ujiji, the terminus of the Central Railway.</p> +<p>Then the blood of the Huns in Africa ran cold in their veins, +and the fear that the advancing Belgians would wreak vengeance for +the crimes of Germany in Belgium and to the Belgian consuls in +prison in Tabora, gripped their vitals. Hastily they sent their +women and children at all speed east along the line to Tabora, the +new Provincial capital, and planned to put up the stiff rearguard +actions that should delay the enemy, until the English might take +Tabora and save their women from Belgian hands. For the English, +those soft-hearted fools, who had already so well treated the women +at Wilhelmstal, could be as easily persuaded to exercise their +flabby sentimentalism on the women and children in Tabora. So ran +the German reasoning.</p> +<p>Slowly and relentlessly the Belgian columns swept eastward along +the railway line, closely co-operating with the British force +advancing from Mwanza, south-east, toward the capital. But, in +Molitor, the German General Wable had met more than his match, and +soon, outgeneralled and out-manoeuvred, he had to rally on the last +prepared position, west of Tabora. Then, daily, went the German +parlementaires under the white flag, that standard the enemy know +so well how to use, to the British General praying that he would +occupy Tabora while Wable kept the Belgians in check. But the +British General was adamant, and would have none of it; and as +Wable's shattered forces fled to the bush to march south-east to +where Lettow, the ever-vigilant, was keeping watch, the Belgians +entered the fair city of Tabora. And here were over five hundred +German women and children, clinging to the protection that the +Governor's wife should gain for them. For Frau von Schnee was a New +Zealand woman, and she might be looked to to persuade the British +to restrain the Belgian Askari.</p> +<p>But there was no need. The behaviour of Belgian officers and +their native soldiers was as correct and gentlemanly as that of +officers should be, and, to their relief and surprise, those white +women found the tables turned, and that their enemy could be as +chivalrous to them as German soldiers—their own +brothers—had been vile to the wretched people of Belgium. +There was no nonsense about the Belgian General; stern and just, +but very strict, he brought the German population to heel and kept +them there. Cap in hand, the German men came to him, and begged to +be allowed to work for the conqueror; their carpenters' shops, the +blacksmiths' forges were at the service of the high commander. No +German on the footpaths; hats raised from obsequious Teuton heads +whenever a Belgian officer passes. How the chivalry of Belgium +heaped coals of fire upon the German heads! And had the Hun been of +such, a fibre as to appreciate the lesson, of what great value we +might hope that it would be? But decent treatment never did appeal +to the German; he always held that clemency spelt weakness, and the +fear of the avenging German Michael. For did not the Emperor's +Eagle now float over Paris and Petersburg? That he knew well; for +had not High Headquarters told him of the message from the Kaiser +by wireless from Nauen, the self-same message that conveyed to +Lettow himself the Iron Cross decoration?</p> +<p>The Governor's wife was allowed to retain her palace and +servants; but all German women were kept strictly to their houses +after six at night. No looting, no riots, no disturbance. And +German women began to be piqued at the calm indifference of smart +Belgian officers to the favours they might have had. Openly +chagrined were the local Hun beauties at such a disregard of their +full-blown charms.</p> +<p>"I fear for our women and children in Tabora," said the German +doctor to me in Morogoro. "Ach! what will the Belgians do when they +hear the tales that are told of our German troops in Belgium? You +don't believe these stories of German brutalities, do you?" he said +anxiously, conciliatory. But I did, and I told him so. "But you +don't know the Belgian Askari; he is cannibal; he is recruited from +the pagan tribes in the forest of the Congo, he files his front +teeth to a point, and we know he is short of supplies. What is +going to happen to German children? It is the truth I tell you," he +went on, evidently with very sincere feeling. "You know what became +of the 1,500 Kavirondo porters your Government lent to the Belgian +General. Where are our prisoners that the Belgians took in Ujiji +and along the line? Eaten; all eaten." And he threw up his hands +tragically to heaven. "I know you won't believe it, but I swear to +you that Rumpel's story is true." Rumpel was Lettow's best +intelligence agent. "Our scout was a prisoner with a company of +Belgian Askaris, you know, and it was only that the Belgian company +commander wanted to get information from him that he was not eaten +at once. Haven't you heard the tale that Rumpel tells after his +escape? How the senior native officer came to his Belgian commander +and complained that they had no food, the villages were empty, not +so much as an egg or chicken to be got. Irritably, the Belgian +officer shouted that the soldiers knew that no one had food, and +they must wait till they got to the next post on the morrow. 'But,' +urged the native sergeant softly, 'there are the prisoners.' 'Oh, +the prisoners,' said the Belgian officer, relieved by an easy way +out of a very difficult situation. 'Well, not more than sixteen, +remember that.' And the sergeant went away."</p> +<p>This and countless other lies did the Germans tell us of our +Belgian Allies. But how different the truth when it reached us at +last along the railway by our troops that came from the northern +column to join us at Morogoro. Not a German woman insulted; not one +fat German child missing; no occupied house even entered by the +Belgian troops, not so much as a chicken stolen from a German +compound.</p> +<p>So just, so completely impartial was General Molitor, that he +applied to German prisoners, in territory then occupied by him, the +very rules and regulations that the German command had laid down +for the governing of English and Belgian and other Allied +prisoners. Only the vile, the unspeakable regulations, and every +ordinance in that printed list of German rules that destroyed the +prestige of the white man in the native's eyes, did he omit. If the +Germans were indifferent to this one elementary rule of the white +race in equatorial Africa—the white man's law that no white +man be degraded before a native—then the Belgian would show +the Hun how to play the game.</p> +<p>"We must hack our way through," said Bethmann-Hollweg. And we, +in Morogoro, were very curious to see what manner of vengeance the +Belgians might wreak. Nor would we have blamed them over-much for +anything they might have done. I had lived in German prisons with +elderly Belgian officers whose wives and grown-up daughters had +been left behind in occupied parts of Belgium. We all had shuddered +at the stories they told us; nor did we wonder that these unhappy +fathers had often gone insane. And when we learnt the truth about +Tabora, and knew too, to our disgust, that such un-German clemency +was attributed to Belgian fear of the avenging German Michael and +not to natural Belgian chivalry, we were furious. What can one do +with such a people?</p> +<hr> +<a name="RULE4_8"><!-- RULE4 8 --></a> +<h2>THE MECHANICAL TRANSPORT</h2> +<p>A cloud of red dust along a rough bush track, a rattling jar +approaching, and the donkey transport pulls into the bushes to let +the Juggernaut of the road go by. Swaying and plunging over the +rough ground, lurches one of our huge motor lorries. Perched high +up upon the seat, face and arms burnt dark brown by the tropical +sun, is the driver. Stern faced and intent upon the road, he slews +his big ship into a better bit of road by hauling at the steering +wheel. Beside him on the seat the second driver. Ready to their +hands the rifles that may save their precious cargo from the +marauding German patrol which lies hidden in the thick bush beside +the road. In the big body of the car behind are two thousand pounds +of rations, and atop of all a smiling "tota," the small native boy +these drivers employ to light their fires and cook their food at +night. And this load is food for a whole brigade alone for half a +day; so you may see how necessary it is that this valuable cargo +arrives in time.</p> +<p>It may sound to you, in sheltered London, a pleasant and +agreeable thing to drive through this strange new country full of +the wild game that glimpses of Zoological Gardens in the past +suggest. "A Zoo without a blooming keeper." But there is no +department of war that does such hard work as these lorry +drivers.</p> +<p>For them no rest in the day that is deemed a lucky one, if it +provides them only with sixteen hours' work. The infantry of the +line have their periodical rests, a month it may be, of comparative +leisure before the enemy trenches. But for mechanical transport +there is no peace, save such as comes when back axles break, and +the big land ship is dragged into the bush to be repaired. Hot and +sweating men striving to renew some part or improvise, by bullock +hide "reims," a temporary road repair that will bring them limping +back to the advance base. Here the company workshop waits to repair +these derelicts of the road. Burning with malaria, when the hot sun +draws the lurking fever from their bones, tortured with dysentery, +they've got to do their job until they reach their lorry park +again. But often the repair gang cannot reach a stranded lorry, and +the drivers, helpless before a big mechanical repair, have to camp +out alongside their car, till help arrives and tows them in. A +tarpaulin rigged up along one side of the lorry, poles cut from the +thorn bush, and they have protection from the burning sun by day. A +thorn hedge, the native "boma," keeps out lions and the sneaking +hyaena at night. Nor are their rifles more than a half protection, +for the '303 makes so clean a hole that it is often madness to +attempt to shoot a lion with it. Once wounded he is far more +dangerous a foe. Here the "tota" earns his pay, for he can hunt the +native villages for "cuckoos," the native fowls, and eggs.</p> +<p>The load of rations must not, save at the last extremity, be +broached.</p> +<p>And the roads they travel on: you never saw such things, mere +bush tracks where the pioneers have cut down trees and bushes, and +left the stumps above the level earth. No easy job to steer these +great lumbering machines between these treacherous stumps. From +early dawn to late night you'll meet these leviathans of the road, +diving into the bush to force a new road for themselves when the +old track is too deep in mud or dust, plunging and diving down +water-courses or the rocky river-beds, creeping with great care +over the frail bridge that spans a deep ravine. A bridge made up of +tree-trunks laid lengthwise on wooden up-rights. The lion and the +leopard stand beside the road, with paw uplifted, in the glare of +the headlights at night.</p> +<p>Nor is there only danger from flood and fever and the denizens +of the forest. There is ever to be feared the lurking German patrol +that trains its dozen rifles upon the driver, knowing full well +that he must sit and quietly face it out, or the lorry, once out of +control, plunges against a tree and becomes, with both its drivers, +the prey of these marauders. So, while his mate fumbles with the +bolt lever of his rifle, the driver takes a firmer grip of the +wheel, gives her more "juice," and plunges headlong down the road. +At Handeni I once had a driver with five bullets in him; they had +not stopped him until he reached safety, and his mate was able to +take over. Nor does this exhaust the risks of his job, for there is +the land mine, buried in the soft dust of the road, or beneath the +crazy bridge. Laid at night by the patrol that harasses our lines +of communication, they are the special danger of the first convoy +to come along the road in the morning. Troops we have not to spare +to guard these long lines of ours, so, in particularly dangerous +places, the driver carries a small guard of soldiers on the top of +his freight behind him. Native patrols, very wise at noticing any +derangement of the surface dust, patrol the highways at dawn to +lift these unwelcome souvenirs from the roads.</p> +<p>From South Africa, from home, and from Canada, come the drivers +and mechanics of the motor transport. The Canadians, stout fellows +from Toronto, Winnipeg, and the Far West, enlisted in the British +A.S.C. in Canada, and arrived in England only to be sent to East +Africa. It seems at first sight a strange country to which to send +these men from the north, but in fact it was a very happy choice. +For they got away from the cold dampness of England and Flanders +into the summer seas of the South Atlantic, where the flying fish +and rainbow nautilus filled them with surprise. Cape Town and +Durban must have been for these Canadian lads a new world only +previously envisaged by them, in the big all-red map that hangs on +the walls of Canadian schools, A little difficult at first, apt to +chafe at the restrictions that, though perhaps not necessary for +themselves in particular, were yet essential in preserving +discipline in the whole mixed unit, rather inclined to resent +certain phases of soldier life. But soon they settled down to do +their job, to take trouble over their work rather than make trouble +by grousing over it. Well they proved their worth by the number +that now fill the non-commissioned ranks, and may be judged by the +commendation of their commanding officers. I used to think that +they came to see me in particular, at the long sick parades I held +in Morogoro and Handeni, because I too lived, like some of them, in +British Columbia. I cannot flatter my soul by thinking that they +came for the special quality of the quinine or medical advice I +dished out to them. It may have been that they were far from home, +and I seemed a friend in a very strange land.</p> +<p>All I know is, that I felt a great compliment was paid to me +that they should be grateful for the often hurried and small +attentions that I could give them. They would sometimes bring me +Canadian papers that took me back two and a half years, to the time +when I came to England on a six weeks' holiday from my work, a +holiday that has now spun out to three and a half years, and shows +every sign of going further still. Very well these men stood the +climate, in spite of their fair colouring, in a country that +penalises the blonde races more than the brown, that makes us pay +for our want of protective pigment. One stout fellow I well +remember, who had acute appendicitis at Morogoro, was the driver, +or engineer as they are called, of a Grand Trunk Pacific train that +ran from Edmonton in Alberta to Prince Rupert on the Pacific. We +operated upon him, and, though he did very well, yet he must have +suffered many things from our want of nursing in his convalescence. +Very considerate and uncomplaining he was, like all the good +fellows in our hospital, giving no trouble, and making every +allowance for our difficulties. In fact, the great trouble one has +among soldiers, is to get them to make any complaint to their own +medical officer. If one suggests things to them or asks them +leading questions, they will sometimes admit to certain +deficiencies in food or treatment by the orderlies. But of what one +did oneself or what the German sister left undone, there was never +a complaint to me; though I rather think there were many grouses +when once they left the hospital. It seemed to me that it was not +that they didn't know better, or that they didn't know that certain +things were wrong, for it is a very intelligent army, this of ours, +and has been in hospital before in civil life, but all along I felt +that they did not like to hurt one's feelings by not getting well +as quickly as they might, and that they often pretended to a degree +of comfort and ease from pain that I'm sure was not the fact. But +this phase is often met with in civil life too, a doctor has much +to be grateful for that many of his patients insist on getting well +or saying that they are better, just to please him.</p> +<p>The German surgical sister was always kind to our men, and when +the serious state of the wound was past she would do the dressings +herself, while I went about some other work. Our men liked her, and +I remember that our Canadian engine driver offered her, in his +kindly way, to give her a free pass on the Grand Trunk Railway. He +little knew that this German sister represented no small part of +two big German shipping companies that could once have provided her +with free passes over any railway in the world. I had under me, +too, a couple of Canadian drivers whose lorry in crossing one of +the ramshackle bridges over a river, hit the railing on the side +and plunged to the rocky depths below. A loose tree-trunk that +formed the roadbed of the bridge had jerked the steering wheel from +the driver's hands. Over went the lorry on top of them, and the +mercy of Providence only interposed a big rock that left room below +for the two drivers to escape the crushing that would have killed +them. Badly bruised only, they left me later to recover of their +contusion in the hospital at Dar-es-Salaam.</p> +<hr> +<a name="RULE4_9"><!-- RULE4 9 --></a> +<h2>THE SURGERY OF THIS WAR</h2> +<p>"Please give us a drop of Johnnie Walker before you do my +dressing," said my Irish sergeant, who had lost his leg in the +fight at Kangata. Lest you might think that by "Johnnie Walker" he +asked for his favourite brand of whiskey, I may tell you that we +had no stimulant of that kind with us. It was chloroform he wanted +to dull the pain that dressing his severed nerves entailed. Always +full of cheer and blarney, he kept our ward alive, only when the +time for daily dressing came round did his countenance fall. Then +anxious eyes begged for ease from pain. But this once over, he laid +his tired dirty face upon the embroidered pillow and jested of all +the things the careful German housewife would say could she but see +her embroidered sheets and the blue silk cushion from her +drawing-room that kept his amputated leg from jars. We had no water +to wash the men, barely enough for cooking and for surgical +dressings, but there were silk bedspreads and eiderdown quilts and +all the treasures of German sitting-rooms. And the fact that they +were taken from the Germans was balm to these wounded men.</p> +<p>There was Murray, a regimental sergeant-major, his leg badly +broken by the lead slug from a German Askari's rifle, ever the +fore-most at the padre's services, chanting the responses and +leading all the hymns. And Wehmeyer, the young Boer, who had +accidentally blown a great hole through his leg above the ankle +joint. And Green, the Rhodesian sergeant who had been brought in, +almost <i>in extremis</i>, with blackwater. Nor was his condition +improved by the experience of having been blown up in the ambulance +by a land mine, hidden in the thick dust of the road. Thrown into +the air by the force of the explosion, the car had turned over on +him and the driver, who was killed. And there was Becker the +blue-eyed German prisoner with a bullet through his femoral artery +and his hip. Blanched from loss of blood before I could tie the +vessel and stanch the bleeding, his leg suspended in our improvised +splints, and on his way to make a splendid recovery. And Taube, +another German prisoner, shot through the abdomen, and recovering +after his operation. Gentle and conciliatory, with eyes of a +frightened rabbit, he was the son of the great Taube, the +physiologist of Dresden.</p> +<p>Cheek by jowl, in the best bed, was Zahn, the hated +Ober-Leutenant, loathed by his own men, one of whom wrote in his +diary that he loved to see the bombardment of Tanga, "for Zahn was +there, the ——, and I hope he'll meet a 12-inch shell." +Jealous of his officer's prerogative, and disinclined to be nursed +in the same ward with our soldiers and his own, he gave a lot of +trouble, demanding inordinately, victimising our orderly, +unashamedly selfish. But he was sheltered from my wrath by the +grave gunshot wound of his thigh. Cowardly under suffering, he was +in striking contrast to Becker, who stood graver pain with hardly a +flinch. After a great struggle he was eventually moved to Korogwe +to the stationary hospital. There it became necessary to amputate +his leg, and Zahn surrendered what little courage he had left. "No +leg to-night, no Zahn to-morrow," he said to his nurse. And he was +right, for at eleven that night he had no leg, and at two the next +morning there was no Zahn upon this earth.</p> +<p>And there was Sergeant Eve of the South African Infantry, who +got a D.C.M., a Londoner, and of unquenchable good humour. Vastly +pleased with the daily bottle of stout we got for him with such +difficulty, from supplies, he faced the awful daily dressing of his +shattered leg without flinching, pretending to great comfort and an +excellent position of his splint, which his crooked leg and my +practised eye belied.</p> +<p>And there was Smith, yet a boy, but who always felt "champion" +and "quite comfortable," though his days were few in the land and +his pain must have been very severe. Yet in his case he had days of +that merciful euthanasia, the wonderful ease from pain that +sometimes lasts for days before the end. In great contrast with +these was an individual with a wound through the fleshy part of the +thigh, by far the least seriously wounded of all in the ward, who +never failed with his unending requests to the patient orderlies +and his eternal complainings, until a public dressing-down from me +brought him to heel. And Glover who wept that I had lost his +bullet, that unforgivable carelessness in a surgeon that allows a +bullet, removed at an operation, to be thrown away with discarded +dressings.</p> +<p>But, of all, the perfect prince was De La Motte, a subaltern in +the 29th Punjabis, ever the leader of the dangerous patrols along +the native bush paths that give themselves so readily to ambush. +Shot through the spine and paralysed below the waist his life was +only a question of months. But if he had little time to live, he +had determined to see it through with a gay courage that was +wonderful to see. Previously wounded in France, he yet seemed, +though he cannot possibly have been in ignorance, to be buoyed up +with the perfect faith in recovery with which fractured spines so +often are endowed; never asking me awkward questions, he made it so +easy for me to do his daily dressing, so grateful for small +attentions, and so ready to believe me when I told him that it was +only a question of weeks before he would be home again. And in +spite of all fears I have just heard he did get home to see his +people, and by his cheerful courage to rob Death of all his +terrors.</p> +<hr> +<a name="RULE4_10"><!-- RULE4 10 --></a> +<h2>MY OPERATING THEATRE AT HANDENI</h2> +<p>Up the wide stone steps, under the arch of purple Bougainvillea +and you are in my operating theatre. A curtain of mosquito gauze +screens it from the vulgar gaze. Behind these big wooden doors a +week ago was the office of this erstwhile German jail. To the left +and right, now all clean and white painted, were the living rooms +of the German jailor and his wife, but for the present they are +transformed into special wards for severely wounded men. On the +lime-washed wall and very carefully preserved is "<i>Gott strafe +England</i>" which the late occupants wrote in charcoal as they +fled. Strange how all German curses come home to roost, and move us +to the ridicule that hurts the Hun so much and so surely penetrates +his pachydermatous hide. That the "Hymn of Hate" should be with us +a cause for jest, and "strafe" be adopted, with enthusiasm, into +the English language, he cannot understand. To him, as often to our +own selves, we shall always be incomprehensible.</p> +<p>Through the gauze screen on to the white operating table passed +all the flotsam of wounded humanity in the summer months. All the +human wreckage that marked the savage bush fighting from German +Bridge to Morogoro came to me upon this table. And its white +cleanness, our towels and surgical gloves and overalls, filled them +with a sense of comfort and of safety after weary and perilous +journeys, that was in no way detracted from by the gleaming +instruments laid out beside the table. Even this chamber of pain +was a haven of refuge to these broken men after long jolting rides +over execrable roads.</p> +<p>But a particularist among surgeons would have found much to +disapprove of in this room. Cracks in the stone floor let in +migrating bands of red ants that no disinfectant would drive away. +Arrow slit windows, high up in the walls, gave ingress to the +African swallow, redheaded and red-backed, whose tuneful song was a +perpetual delight. His nests adorned the frieze, but they were full +of squeaking youngsters and we could not shut the parents out. So +we banished them during operating hours by screens of mosquito +gauze; and to reward us, they sang to our bedridden men from ward +window-sills.</p> +<p>But despite these shortcomings of the operating theatre itself, +we did good work here, and got splendid results. For God was good, +and the clean soil took pity upon our many deficiencies. Earth, +that in France or Gallipoli hid the germs of gangrene and tetanus, +here merely produced a mild infection. Lucky for us that we did not +need to inject the wounded with tetanus antitoxin. But an added +charm was given to our work by the necessity of improvisation. +Broken legs were put up in plaster casings with metal +interruptions, so that the painful limb might be at rest, and yet +the wound be free for daily dressings. The Huns left us plaster of +Paris, damp indeed but still serviceable after drying; the +corrugated iron roofing of the native jail provided us with the +necessary metal. Then by metal hoops the leg was slung from +home-made cradles, and I defy the most modern hospital to show me +anything more comfortable or efficient. Broken thighs were +suspended in slings from poles above the bed, painted the red, +white and black that marked German Government Survey posts. +Naturally in a field hospital such as this, we had no nurses; but +our orderlies, torn from mine shafts of Dumfriesshire and the +engine sheds of the North British Railway, did their best, and +compensated by much kindliness for their lack of nursing +training.</p> +<p>Sadly in need were we of trained nurses; for the bedsores that +developed in the night were a perpetual terror. Ring pillows we +made out of grass and bandages, but a fractured thigh, as you know, +must lie upon his back, and we had little enough rectified spirit +to harden the complaining flesh. But nurses we could not have at so +advanced a post as this. The saving factor of all our work lay in +the natural goodness of the men. They felt that many things were +not right; for ours is a highly intelligent army and knows more of +medicine and surgery than we, in our blindness, realise. But they +made light of their troubles, as they learnt the difficulties we +laboured with. So grateful were they for small attentions. That we +should go out of our way to take pains to obtain embroidered sheets +and lace-edged pillows, absolved us in their eyes from all the want +of surgical nursing. Liberal morphia we had to give to compensate +for nursing defects. I have long felt that I would rather work for +sick soldiers than for any class of humanity; and in fifteen years +I have come to know the sick human animal in all his forms. So that +the least that one could do was to scheme to get the precious egg +by private barter with the natives, and to find the silk pillow +that spelt comfort, but was the anathema of asepsis. No wonder that +such splendid and uncomplaining victims spurred us to our best +endeavours and made of toil a very joy.</p> +<hr> +<a name="RULE4_11"><!-- RULE4 11 --></a> +<h2>SOME AFRICAN DISEASES</h2> +<p>This is the season of blackwater fever, the pestilence that +stalks in the noontide and the terror of tropical campaigning. +Hitherto with the exception of the Rhodesians who have had this +disease previously in their northern territory, or men who have +come from the Congo or the shores of the Great Lakes, our army has +been fairly free from this dread visitation. The campaigning area +of the coast and the railway line of British East Africa that gave +our men malaria in plenty during the first two years of war, had +not provided many of those focal areas in which this disease is +distributed. The Loyal North Lancashires and the 25th Royal +Fusiliers had been but little affected. The Usambara Valley along +the Tanga-Moschi railway was also fairly free. On the big trek from +Kilimanjaro to Morogoro the blackwater cases were almost entirely +confined to Rhodesians and to the Kashmiris, who suffer in this way +in their native mountains of Nepal. But once we struck the Central +Railway and penetrated south towards the delta of the Rufigi the +tale was different. British and South African troops began to +arrive in the grip of this fell malady. It was written on their +faces as they were lifted from ambulance or mule waggon. There was +no need to seek the cause in the scrap of paper that was the sick +report. All who ran could read it in the blanched lips, the +grey-green pallor of their faces, the jaundiced eye, the hurried +breathing. Thereupon came three days' struggle with Azrael's pale +shape before the blackwater gave place to the natural colour again, +or until the secreting mechanism gave up the contest altogether and +the Destroying Angel settled firmly on his prey. At first, if there +was no vomiting, it was easy to ply the hourly drinks of tea and +water and medicine. But once deadly and exhausting vomiting had +begun, one could no longer feed the victim by the mouth. Then came +the keener struggle for life, for fluid was essential and had to be +given by other ways and means. Into the soft folds of the skin of +the arm-pits, breast and flanks we ran in salt solution by the +pint. The veins of the arms we brought into service, that we might +pour in this vitalising fluid. Day and night the fight goes on for +three days, until it is won or lost. Here again, as in tick fever, +we use the preparation 606, for which we are indebted to the great +Ehrlich. Champagne is a great stand-by. So well recognised is the +latter remedy that all old hands at tropical travel take with them +a case of "bubbly water" for such occasions as these. Blessed +morphia, too, brings ease of vomiting and is a priceless boon.</p> +<p>You ask me the cause of this disease, and I have to admit that +among the authorities themselves there are no settled convictions. +Some hold—and for my part I am with them—that the +attack is caused by quinine given in too large a dose to a subject +who is rotten with malaria. But there are others who maintain that +it is a malarial manifestation only, and that the big dose of +quinine, which seems to some to precipitate the attack, is only a +coincidence. Be that as it may, there is little difference in the +treatment adopted by either school. Death achieves his victory as +frequently with one as with another. Certain it is that, to the +common mind, quinine is the reputed cause and is avoided in large +doses by men who have once had blackwater, or who are in that low +rotten state that predisposes to it. In one point all agree, that +one must be saturated with malaria before blackwater can develop. +So great is the aversion shown by some men to the big doses of +quinine as laid down by regulations, that men have often refused to +take their quinine. Others, too, who have protested at first, take +their quinine ration only to find themselves in the grip of this +disease within twelve hours. Such a case was a Frenchman named +Canarie (and the colour of his face, upon admission, did not belie +his name), who had been treated for blackwater fever by the great +Koch in Uganda many years before, and had been warned by him +against big doses of quinine. That evening he was on my hands, +fortunately soon to recover, and to win a prolonged convalescent +leave out of this rain to the sunny and non-malarial slopes of +Wynberg.</p> +<p>Seldom do the rumbling ambulances roll in but among their human +freight is some poor wretch snoring into unconsciousness or in the +throes of epileptiform convulsions. Custom has sharpened our +clinical instinct, and where, in civil life, we would look for +meningitis, now we only write cerebral malaria, and search the +senseless soldier's pay-book for the name that we may put upon the +"dangerous list." As this name is flashed 12,000 miles to England, +I sometimes wonder what conception of malaria his anxious relatives +can have.</p> +<p>For there is no aspect of brain diseases that cerebral malaria +cannot simulate; deep coma or frantic struggling delirium. A drop +of blood from the lobe of the ear and the microscope reveals the +deadly "crescents"—the form the subtertian parasite assumes +in this condition. No time this for waiting or expectant treatment. +Quinine must be given in huge doses, regardless of the danger of +blackwater, and into the muscles or, dissolved in salt solution, +into the veins. The Germans have left me some fine hollow needles +that practice makes easy to pass into the distended swollen veins. +Through this needle large doses of quinine are injected, and in six +hours usually no crescent remains to be seen. As a rule, conscious +life returns to these senseless bodies after some hours; but, +unhappily, such success does not always crown our efforts. Then it +is the padre's turn, and in the cool of the following afternoon the +firing party, with arms reversed, toils behind our sky-pilot to +that graveyard on the sunlit slopes of Mount Uluguru, where our +surgical failures are put to rest.</p> +<p>One can always tell, you know, the onset of such a complication +as this; for when one finds the victim of malaria hazy and stupid +after his fever has abated; and, more especially, if he develops +wandering tendencies, leaving his stretcher at night to choose +another bed in the ward, often to the protesting consternation of +its present occupant, then one passes the word to Sister Elizabeth +to get the transfusion apparatus ready. I shall not readily forget +one stout fellow, a white company sergeant-major in the Gold Coast +Regiment, who was lost in the bush and discovered after many days +in the grip of this fell disease. Him they bore swiftly to me at +Handeni, and after many injections and convulsions innumerable, he +was restored to conscious life again. Sent back by me eventually to +Korogwe with a letter advising his invaliding out of the country, +he opened and read my report upon the way. But he was of those who +do not take kindly to invaliding. Who would run his machine-gun +section, if he were away, and his battalion in action? Who like he +could know the language and the little failings of his dusky +machine-gun crew that he had trained so long and so carefully in +the Cameroon? So he appeared in the books of the Stationary +Hospital at Korogwe as an ordinary case of convalescent malaria on +his own statement. And when they would send him still further back +to M'buyuni he broke out from hospital one night, and, with his +native orderly, boarded the train to Railhead and marched the other +200 miles to Morogoro. Here I met him on the road starting out on +the next long trek of 125 miles to Kissaki. For news had come to +him that the Gold Coast Regiment had been in action and their +impetuous courage rewarded by captured enemy guns and a long +casualty list. But he was determined and unrepentant, one of his +beloved machine-guns had been put out of action. How could I hold +him back? So joining forces with another white sergeant of his +regiment, who was hardly recovered from a wound, these two good +fellows set out with a note that, _this_ time, was not to be +destroyed, for the instruction of their regimental doctor.</p> +<p>A third scourge responsible for frequent admissions into +hospital is "tick-fever." Rather an unpleasant name, isn't it? And +in its course and effect it fully acts up to its reputation. More +commonly known as "relapsing fever," this illness attacks men who +have been sleeping on the floor of native huts, which in this +country are swarming with these parasites. Once in seven days for +five or seven weeks these men burn with high fever—higher and +more violent even than malaria—but sooner over. As you may +imagine, it leaves them very debilitated; for no sooner does the +victim recover from one attack than another is due. The ticks that +are the host of the spirillum, the actual cause of the disease, +live in the soft earth on the floor of native huts at the junction +of the vertical cane rods and the soil. Here, by scraping, you may +discover hundreds of these loathsome beasts in every foot of wall. +But they are fortunately different from the grass ticks that, +though unpleasant, are not dangerous to man. For the tick that +carries the spirillum is blind and cannot climb any smooth surface. +So to one sleeping on a bed or even a native "machela" above the +ground, he is harmless. But woe betide the tired soldier who +attempts to escape the tropical rain by taking refuge on the floor. +In sleep he is attacked, and when his blind assailant is full of +blood he drops off; so the soldier may never know that he has been +bitten. I got twelve cases alone from one company of the +Rhodesians, who sheltered in a native village near Kissaki. Of +course, not every tick is infected, and for that we have to be very +grateful. At the height of the fever the spirillum appears in the +blood as an attenuated, worm-like creature, actively struggling and +squirming among the blood corpuscles. A drop of blood taken from +the ear shows hundreds of these young snakes beneath the +microscope. For the cure we are again indebted to that excellent +Hun bacteriologist Ehrlich, who gave us .606—a strong +arsenical preparation that we dissolve in a pint of salt solution, +and inject into the veins at the height of the paroxysm of fever. +This definitely destroys the spirillum, and no further attacks of +fever result; but this injection, once its work is done, does not +confer immunity from other attacks. It is typical of the Hun and +his anti-Semitic feelings that Ehrlich, the most distinguished of +German scientists, perhaps, after Koch, has never received the due +reward of all the distinction he has conferred on German medicine, +for the offence that he was a Jew. We should have honoured him, as +we have done Jenner or Lister.</p> +<p>Relapsing, or <i>Rückfall</i> fever, as the Germans call +it, was one of the common dodges used by them to deceive the +ingenuous British doctor. For the subtle Hun prisoner knew that, if +he pretended to this disease, it would win him at least a week in +the grateful comfort of a hospital, and perchance the ministering +joys conferred by German nursing sisters, until the expected +relapse did not occur; then the British doctor, realising the +extent of his deception, would thrust these shameless malingerers +to the cold comfort of the prison camp.</p> +<p>How is it, you might ask me, that there are any natives left, if +tropical Africa is so full of such beastly diseases as this? Is it +that the native is naturally immune, or is it that the white man is +of such a precious quality that he alone is attacked by these +parasites and poisonous biting flies? The fact is that the native +is affected also, and in childhood chiefly, so that the infant +mortality in many native tribes is very high. And there is little +doubt that repeated attacks of malaria in youth, if recovered from, +do confer a kind of protection against attacks in adult life. But +this is not the case with newly introduced disease; for the +sleeping sickness that came to Uganda along the caravan routes from +the Congo, has swept away fully a million of the natives along the +shores of Lake Victoria Nyanza.</p> +<p>But the native has a sure sense of the unhealthiness of any +locality, and one must be prepared for trouble when one notices +that the native villages are built up on the hillsides. This was +specially remarked by us on our long trek down the Pangani, and +thus we were warned of the fever that lurked in the bright green +lush meadows beside the water, and the "fly" that soon overtook our +transport mules and cattle and the horses of General Brits' 2nd +Mounted Brigade. At first we thought the columns of smoke along the +mountain-sides beside the Pangani were signal fires for the enemy; +but before long, when the roads were choked with victims of "fly" +and horse-sickness, we realised the wisdom that induced the simple +native to take his sheep and cattle up the hillsides and above the +danger zone. When one spends only a short time in some native huts, +it is quite clear how he escapes infection. For the floor is +covered with a layer of wood ashes that is usually deadly to bugs +and fleas and ticks and other crawling beasts; and the atmosphere +is so full of wood smoke that the most enterprising mosquito or +tsetse-fly would flee, as we do, choking from the acrid smoke. So +the native fire that burns within his hut day and night not only +serves to cook his food and to keep wild beasts away, but also +supplies him with an excellent form of Keating's Powder for the +floor and smoke to drive the winged insects from the grateful +warmth of his fireside.</p> +<hr> +<a name="RULE4_12"><!-- RULE4 12 --></a> +<h2>HORSE-SICKNESS</h2> +<p>Lying beside the road with outstretched neck and a spume of +white froth on nose and muzzle are the horses of the 2nd Mounted +Brigade; with bodies swollen by the decomposition that sets in so +rapidly in this sun, and smelling to high heaven, are the fine +young horses that came so gallantly through Kahe some ten days ago. +"Brits' violets" the Tommies call them, as they seek a site to +windward to pitch their tents. "Hyacinths" they mutter, as the wind +changes in the night, and drives them choking from their blankets, +illustrating the truth of the South African "Kopje-Book" maxim, +"One horse suffices to move a camp—if he be dead enough." For +weeks after the Brigade passed through M'Kalamo the air was full of +stench, and the bush at night alive with lions coming for the +feast. For this is horse-sickness, the plague that strikes an +apparently healthy horse dead in his tracks, while the Boer trooper +hastily removes bridle and saddle and picks another horse from the +drove of remounts that follow after. No time to drag the body off +the road; so the huge motor lorries choose another track in the +bush to avoid this unwholesome obstruction.</p> +<p>Horse-sickness takes ten short days to develop after infection, +and the organism is so tiny that it passes through the finest +filter and is ultramicroscopic. That means that it is too small to +be recognised by the high power of an ordinary microscope. There +was horse-sickness in the bush meadows beside the river near Kahe. +Careless troopers watered their horses, after sundown, when the dew +was on the grass and death lurked in the evening moisture where it +had been absent in the dry heat of the afternoon.</p> +<hr> +<a name="RULE4_13"><!-- RULE4 13 --></a> +<h2>THE WOUNDED FROM KISSAKI</h2> +<p>Two very busy days were before us when the wounded came in from +Kissaki, so badly shaken and so pale and wan after their journey. +They had been cared for by the Field Ambulance before I got them, +and by the extraordinary excellence of the surgery paid the +greatest of tributes to the care of the surgeons in front. The +German hospital there, half finished—for our advance had been +far ahead of German calculations—fell into our hands and with +it a German doctor and some nurses. The nurses had been very kind +to our men and worked well for our doctors, but they had followed +the usual German custom in this country, of being too liberal with +morphia. That this drug can become a curse is well known, though it +is, when given in reason, the greatest blessing, the most priceless +boon of war. One feels perhaps that the sisters had given it +without the surgeon's knowledge, and not entirely to give ease from +pain, but also perhaps to give rest to the ward, the quiet that +would allow these over-worked women to get some sleep themselves. +It was written on the faces of the three amputation cases that they +had had too much morphia. And as this drug robs men of their +appetite, keeps them thin, and prevents their wounds from healing, +it became my unpleasant task to break them of it. This was only to +be done by hardening one's heart, by giving bromide and stout, and +insisting on the egg and milk that interspaced all meals. It is so +easy to get a reputation for kindness by being too complacent in +giving way to requests for morphia. It made one feel such an +absolute brute to disregard the wistful pleading eye, the hands +that tugged at the mosquito curtains to show they were awake, when, +late at night, I made my evening round. But it had to be done, and +I fear the work and the sun and the tropics made one's temper very +short, particularly when it was only possible by losing one's +temper to preserve the indifference to these influences that was +necessary to complete the cure. It was very hard on them at the +time, especially as they were rotten with malaria and tick fever, +in addition to their wounds. But there were other ways in which one +made it up to them, if they did but know it. Nor did they see that +quinine given by the veins, so much more trouble to me and to the +sister, was better for them than the quinine tablet that was so +easily swallowed, and so ineffectual. Nor could they, one thought, +always know that 606 had to be given for tick fever, and that it +was of no value save when given at the height of fever, when they +felt so miserable and so disinclined to be disturbed.</p> +<p>There was Shelley, the Irishman, a big policeman from +Johannesburg, badly wounded in the thigh. He had been taken +prisoner by the Germans and remained so for three days, until our +next advance found him installed in the German hospital. His wound +was so bad that amputation alone was left to do. When the worst of +the dressings was over and the stage of daily change of gauze and +bandage had arrived, he always liked Sister Elizabeth to do his +dressings. Sister's hands were much more gentle than mine, and +Shelley always associated me with pain, little knowing that, if a +dressing is to be well and properly done, it is always inseparable +from a certain amount of suffering. But I saw through his blarney, +and he was added to the list of those who preferred sister's hands +to my attentions.</p> +<p>And there was Rose, a mere lad, who had also lost a leg from +wounds; he lay awake at night, though not in great pain, during the +process of breaking him of the morphia habit. When I pretended not +to hear his little moan, as I made my evening round, he tugged at +his mosquito curtain to show that he was awake. But asperin and +bromide and a nightly drink of hot brandy and water soon broke off +this habit. After that it was easy to cut off the alcohol by +degrees as he grew to like his eggs in milk the more. He, too, +always had some reason why Sister should do his dressings, and I +think that Sister Elizabeth and he plotted together that I should +have some other more important job to do when Rose's turn came to +go upon the table.</p> +<p>Then there was Parsons, the printer, who in times of peace +produced the <i>Rand Daily Mail</i>; he had also lost a leg and he +surprised me with his special knowledge of the various qualities of +paper.</p> +<p>In the corner of the verandah that had been turned into an extra +ward by screening it off with native reed-fencing was Gilfillan, +the most perfect patient. Propping his foot against the wall to +correct the foot-drop that division of the nerve of his leg had +caused, he had passed many sleepless nights in his long and +wearisome convalescence.</p> +<p>Beside the door, beckoning to me in a mysterious manner, was +Drury, a trooper in the South African Horse. In his eyes a +suspicious light, as he earnestly requested to be moved. "For God's +sake take me away, they're trying to poison my food; and those +Germans over there are going to shoot me to-night." This poor lad +had been shot badly through the shoulder, and only by the skill of +Moffat, the surgeon from Cape Town, had he retained what was left +of his shattered arm. Now malaria, in addition, had him in its +grip, and his mental condition told me plainly that his brain was +being affected. With the greatest difficulty Sister Elizabeth and I +persuaded him to undergo the quinine transfusion into his veins +that restored him to sober sense the next day. "I really did think +those two German prisoners were going to shoot me," he said. But +the two prisoners in his ward were more afraid of him than he of +them, and their broken legs, for they had got in the way of one of +our machine-guns, precluded any movement from their beds. Our men +were extraordinarily kind to German prisoners in the ward. The +Boers were different; they were never unkind, but they ignored them +completely, for the Union of South Africa had too much to forgive +in the Rebellion and in German South-West Africa. "Now then, Fritz, +there ain't no bleeding sausage for you this morning;" and Fritz, +smilingly obedient, stretched out his hand for the cold bacon that +was his breakfast. Toward the end Sister Hildegarde was just as +kind to our men as she was to her own people, and she was highly +indignant with me when I stopped the night orderly from waking her, +early one morning, when I had to transfuse a blackwater case with +salt solution. She thought, she who had had quite enough to do the +day before, that I did not call her because I thought she did not +want to get up. She felt that I was tacitly drawing a distinction +between her conduct of that morning and the self-denial of the +other night, when she and Elizabeth sat up all night and day with a +German soldier who had perforated his intestines during an attack +of typhoid fever. I had operated upon him to close the hole the +typhoid ulcer had made. The German doctor, to whom we had given his +liberty, in order that he might attend the civil population, and +whom I had called in consultation over the case, had disagreed with +our diagnosis. But I had overruled him, and at the operation was +glad to be able to show him and the German sisters that our +diagnosis was right, and that I was not operating on him just +because he happened to be a prisoner of war. The German sisters +were grateful to us for getting up at night and in the early +morning to give him the salt solution that might save his life, and +they repaid it in the only way they could, by kindness to our men. +But in any case they could not help liking our sick soldiers, and +many is the time that they have been indignant with me for +deficiencies in food and equipment which I could not help. "Our +German soldiers would have complained until their cries reached +Lettow himself," they said, "if they had to put up with what you +make your soldiers endure."</p> +<p>And if, at first, Hildegarde, of the sour and disapproving face, +did little irregular things for wounded German soldiers, faked +temperature charts, prepared little forbidden meals at night, and +in other ways pretended to a degree of illness in her German +soldiers that my clinical eye refused to see, I could not +altogether blame her. When I remembered the treatment that I saw +our sick and wounded prisoners in Germany get from the Hun doctor, +I was often furious, and determined to do a bit of "strafing" on my +own. But I could not forget that the French and Belgian nurses did +just the same for our wounded in German hands, adding bandages to +unwounded limbs, describing to the German doctor our sleepless +nights of pain when the walls of that French convent had echoed +only to our snores, preparing delicious feasts, at night, for us to +compensate for German rations, and in many ways contriving to keep +us longer in their hands and to postpone the journey that would +land us in the vileness of a German prison hospital. Hildegarde had +her troubles too, for she had not heard for two years of her lover +in Germany, whose mild and bespectacled face peered from a +photograph in her room. He did not look to be made of heroic mould, +but who can tell? Long ago he may have bitten the dust of Flanders +or found another sweetheart to console him. And the native hospital +boys, swift to recognise the changes of war and the comparative +leniency of British discipline, got out of hand and failed to clean +and scrub as they did in former days. Then I would inquire and +uphold Hildegarde, and the recalcitrant Mahomed would be marched +off to receive fifteen of the best from the Provost Sergeant.</p> +<hr> +<a name="RULE4_14"><!-- RULE4 14 --></a> +<h2>MY OPERATING THEATRE IN MOROGORO</h2> +<p>"Jambo bwona," and the sycophantic Ali would leap to his feet +and raise the dirty red fez that adorned his head. "Jambo," said +Nazoro, the senior boy, standing to attention. For Nazoro was a +Wanyamwezi from Lake Tanganyika and disdained any of Ali's dodges +to conciliate me. Graceful as a deer was Nazoro, and a good Askari +lost in a better operating-room boy. This was my morning greeting +as I peeped in before breakfast to see that the operating theatre +was swept and garnished for the day's work. "Good morning," said +Elizabeth, looking up from the steriliser where she was preparing +instruments for the morning operations.</p> +<p>Educated partly in England and speaking the language perfectly, +she hated us only a little less than the other Germans. But she was +good at her job and conscientious, and a very great help to us. +Always as cheerful as one could expect a woman to be who worked for +the English soldiers and dressed the wounds of men to fit them to +return to the field to fight against her people again. Who knows +that the tall Rhodesian, from whose feet she so skilfully removed +the "jiggers" and cleansed the wounds of a long trek, would not, +all the sooner for her care, perhaps be drawing a bead upon her +husband in the near future? Very proud was Elizabeth of her +husband's Iron Cross that the Kaiser had sent by wireless only last +week; news of which was told to her by a wounded prisoner just +brought in. For her husband, who, to judge from his wife's +description, must have been quite a good fellow for a Hun, was in +command of one of the "Schutzen" companies down near the Rufigi. +He, too, had lived long in England to learn the ways of English +shipping companies that would prove of such value to the Deutsch +Ost-Afrika Line. So jubilant was she at the news that I had to give +her a half-holiday to recover; twice only in the four months we +worked together was Elizabeth as happy: once when she got a letter, +by the infinite kindness of General Smuts, from her husband, and +another time when a letter came from Switzerland to tell her of her +baby in Hamburg, her mother, and the two brothers that were in the +cavalry in the advance into Russia. At first, I must confess, I +thought that this charming and intelligent lady had offered to work +for us, especially as she refused our pay, in order to get +information of the regiments and the prevailing diseases and sick +rate of our army. Soon I had reason to know that she played the +game, and stayed only in order to work to help the prisoners of her +own people, and our wounded too. For any day her husband might want +help from us or might be brought in wounded to our hospital, where +she could nurse and tend to him herself. Our men liked to be +attended by her, for she was gentler far than I and never +short-tempered with them.</p> +<p>Nazoro we found in chains on our arrival for the offence of +having attacked a German, and only his usefulness in the operating +theatre saved him from the prison. In spite of the disapproval of +Elizabeth and other Germans, I struck off the chains, feeling that +he very probably had good excuse for his offence. But the Germans +never failed to point out what a dangerous man he was. Once indeed +he was slack and casual, so I promptly ordered him to be +"kibokoed," and thereafter I could find no fault in his work and +behaviour. Possessed of three wives, for he was passing rich on +sixteen rupees a month, he asked one day for leave to celebrate the +arrival of his first son. This I granted, only to be assailed a +fortnight later by requests for leave to attend his grandmother's +funeral, and to see a sick friend. But these had a familiar ring +about them, and were not successful in procuring the lazy day that +is so beloved by African humanity.</p> +<p>But Ali was of a different mould; small and slight and anxious +to please, he was nevertheless swift to leave his work when once my +back was turned. Forsaken in love—for he had been deserted by +his wife—he had forsworn the sex and buried his sorrows in +"Pombe," the Kaffir beer that effectually deprived him of what +little intelligence he had. He was a "fundi" at taking out jiggers, +and sat for hours at the feet of our foot-soldiers; quickly +adopting an air of authority that occasionally brought him swift +blows from East African troopers, who do not tolerate easily such +airs in a native, he produced the unbroken jigger flea with +unfailing regularity and prescribed the pail of disinfectant in +which the tortured feet were soaked. Another long suit of his was +the bandage machine, and the hours he could steal away from real +work were spent in endless windings of washed though much stained +bandages.</p> +<p>The German women hated us far more even than did the men; nor +did those who, like Elizabeth, knew England, fail to believe any +the less the German stories of English wickedness. When I told her +of Portugal's entry into the war, and how our ancient and +hereditary ally had handed over to England sixty out of the +seventy-one German ships she had taken in her ports, Elizabeth +snorted with rage and said that England, of course, forced all the +little nations to fight against Germany.</p> +<p>One of my friends, and not the least welcome, was Corporal Nel. +A Boer, he had come up from the Union with Brits. Tiring of war, he +chose the nobler part played by the guard that cherishes German +captured cattle. Swiftly losing his job owing to an outbreak of +East Coast fever among his herd, he took to a vagabond's life. +Wanted by the police in the Union, I am told, he avoided his +regiment and lived with the natives. Forced to come to me one night +with an attack of angina pectoris, he was grateful for the ease +from suffering that amyl-nitrite, morphia and brandy gave in that +exquisitely painful affliction. Accordingly he consented to +organise some natives who should be armed with passes signed by me, +and illuminated with Red Crosses and other impressive signs, and +collect eggs and chickens and fruit for my patients in hospital. So +impressed were the natives with the Ju-Ju conferred by my +illumination of these passes with coloured chalks, that they +brought me a daily and most welcome supply of these necessaries for +our men. But the arm of the Law is long, and it sought out Corporal +Nel within the native hut in which he made his home. And soon, to +my sorrow and the infinite grief of our lambs in hospital, for whom +those eggs, chickens, mangoes, and bananas spelt so much in the way +of change of food, the Provost Sergeant had this wanderer in his +chitches.</p> +<hr> +<a name="RULE4_15"><!-- RULE4 15 --></a> +<h2>THE GERMAN IN PEACE AND WAR</h2> +<p>"What do I think of this country, and how does the Hun of East +Africa compare with his European brother?" you ask me. Well, to +begin with the Colony, as of the greater importance, I must confess +to be very taken with it, and I hope most sincerely that our +Government will never give it back. Though it is not so suited as +British East Africa for European colonisation, there are yet great +areas of sufficient elevation to allow of white women and children +living, for years, without suffering much from the vertical sun and +the fevers of the country. There are many places where one only +sees a mosquito for three months of the year, the soil is very +fertile, and labour not only willing and efficient, but also very +cheap. The European, too, has learnt to live properly in this +country, and to avoid the midday sun; all offices and works are +closed from twelve to three. If only man would learn wisdom in the +amount of beer he drinks, and the food he eats, the tale of disease +would be much less.</p> +<p>The colony is fully developed with excellent railways, +well-built houses, a tractable and well-disciplined native +population. Dar-es-Salaam in particular, seems to have been the +apple of the German colonial eye. There are fine mission stations +in all the healthy regions of the country, and great plantations of +rubber, sisal, cotton, and corn abound. The white women and +children, though rather pasty and washed out after at least two +years' residence in the country, do not appear debilitated after +their long tropical sojourn. The planters have, as a rule, invested +all their belongings in their plantations, and make the country +more a home than our people in East Africa, who are of a more +wealthy and leisured class. Roads have been made and bridges built. +In fact, the pioneering and donkey work has all been done, and the +country only waits for us to step into our new inheritance.</p> +<p>To me it has been a source of surprise that the German, who +consistently drinks beer in huge quantities, takes little or no +exercise, and cohabits with the black women of the country +extensively, should have performed such prodigies of endurance on +trek in this campaign. One would have thought that the Englishman, +who keeps his body fitter for games, eschews beer for his liver's +sake, and finds that intimacy with the native population lowers his +prestige, would have done far better in this war than the German. +That in all fairness he has not done so is due to the fact that we, +as an invading army, were unable to look after ourselves or to care +for ourselves in the same way as the German.</p> +<p>We have had to carry kit and heavy ammunition, to sleep with +only a ground sheet beneath us, through the tropic rains, to do +without the shelter and protection of mosquito nets. The German +soldier, even a private in a white or Schutzen Kompanie, as +distinct from the under-officer with an Askari regiment or Feld +Kompanie, as it is called, has had at least eight porters to carry +all his kit, his food, his bed, to have his food ready prepared at +the halting-places, and his bed erected, and mosquito curtains +hung. Only on night patrols has he run risk from the mosquito. "How +can you ask your men to carry loads and then fight as well, in +Equatorial Africa?" they say to us. His captured chop boxes, for +each individual is a separate unit and has his own food carried and +prepared for him, have provided us, often, with the only square +meals our men have enjoyed. Never short of food or drink or +porters, ever marching toward his food supplies along a +predetermined line of retreat, the German walks toward his dinner, +as our men have marched away from theirs. Well paid too, five +rupees a day pay and three rupees a day ration money, he had had no +stint of eggs and chickens and the fruit of the country, that have +been rarest of luxuries to us. "Far better if you had had fewer men +and done them properly in the matter of food and hospitals and +porters," captured German officers have often said to me. "How your +men can stand it and do such marches is incredible to us." That is +always the tenour of their remarks, their criticism, and they are +clearly right, had such a policy been a practicable one for us, +which it was not. At first the feeling between the soldiers of the +two countries was good and war was conducted, even by them, in a +more or less chivalrous manner. We thought the East African Hun a +better fellow than his European brother. But it was only because he +knew the game was up in East Africa, and thought that he had better +behave properly, lest the retribution, that would be sure to +follow, would fall heavily upon him. Later we found him to be the +same old Hun, the identical savage that we know in Europe; the fear +of consequences only restrains him here. It is his nature and the +teaching of his schools and professors.</p> +<p>We have often been amazed at the disclosures from German +officers' pocket-books. In the same oiled silk wrapping we find +photographs of his wife and children, and cheek by jowl with them, +the photographs of abandoned women and filthy pictures, such as can +be bought in low quarters of big European cities. Their absence of +taste in these matters has been incomprehensible to us. When we +have taxed them with it, they are unashamed. "It is you who are +hypocrites," they reply; "you like looking at forbidden pictures, +if no one is about to see, but you don't carry them in your +pocket-books. We, however, are natural, we like to look at such +things, why should we not carry them with us?" If this be +hypocrisy, I prefer the company of hypocrites. In their houses it +was the same; disgusting pictures, masquerading in the guise of +art, adorned the walls, evidences of corrupt taste and doubtful +practices in every drawer and cupboard. Even the Commandant of +Bukoba, von Stuemer, and his name did not belie his nature, though, +before the war, quite popular with the British officials and +planters of Uganda, had a queer taste in photography. In the big +family album were evidences of his astonishing domestic life; for +there were photographs of him in full regimentals, with medals and +decorations, sitting on a sofa beside his wife, who was in a state +of nature. Others portrayed him without the conventionalities of +clothing, and his wife in evening dress.</p> +<p>Officers from the Cameroon have confirmed the filthy habits of +the Huns and Hunnesses, how they defiled the rooms in the hospital +at Duala that they occupied just before they were sent away; how +disgusting were their habits in the cabins of the fine Atlantic +liner that took them back to Europe. Not that it is their normal +custom; it was merely to render the rooms uninhabitable for us who +were to follow, and their special way of showing contempt and +hatred for their foes. Do you wonder that the stewards and crew of +the Union Castle liner struck work rather than convey and look +after these beasts on the voyage to Europe? Our French missionary +padre tells me that it was just the same in Alsace. The incident at +Zabern after the manoeuvres was entirely due to the disgust and +indignation of the French people at the defiling of their beds and +bedrooms by the German soldiers, who had been billeted upon +them.</p> +<hr> +<a name="RULE4_16"><!-- RULE4 16 --></a> +<h2>LOOTING</h2> +<p>Looting, although you may not know it, is the natural impulse of +primitive man. And in war we are very primitive. To take what does +not belong to one is very natural when a man is persuaded that he +can be absolved from the charge of theft by quoting military +necessity. How surely in war one sheds the conventions of society! +It has the attraction of buried treasure; the charm of getting +something for nothing. But there are different ways or degrees of +looting.</p> +<p>Now there were a few of us in German East Africa who had been in +the Retreat from Mons and the subsequent advance to the Marne and +beyond it to the Aisne. Indelibly engraved upon our minds were the +pictures of French chateaux and farmhouses looted by the German +troops in their advance and abandoned to us in their retreat. All +along the countless roads the German transport had pressed, +hurrying to the Aisne, were evidences of the loot of German +officers and men. In roadside ditches, half buried in the late +summer vegetation, were pictures and bronzes, china and statuary, +the loot the German officer had chosen to adorn the walls of his +ancestral Schloss. Marble figures leant drunkenly against the +wayside hedges, big brass clocks strewed the ditches. Long before, +of course, had the German rank and file been compelled to jettison +their prizes, for the transport horses were nearly foundered and +only officers' loot could be retained. Later, when the exhaustion +of the horses was complete, and capture of the waggons seemed +imminent, the regimental equipment and food supply, and, finally, +the loot of high officers had to be abandoned. The whole story of +that retreat was to be read in the discard by the roadside. The +regimental butcher had clung to his meat and the implements of his +trade until the last; and when we found the roads littered with +carcases of oxen, sacks of pea flour and sausage machines, we knew +that we would shortly find the General's loot beside the hedge.</p> +<p>In the houses, too, both the chateaux and the comfortable French +farmhouses, we saw what manner of man the Hun could be in the +matter of looting. Where the soldier could not loot he could not +refrain from destroying. Floors were knee-deep in women's gear, +household goods, private letters and all the treasures of French +linen chests. Trampled by muddy German boots were the fine +whiteness of French bed-linen. Nor had the German soldier refrained +from the last exhibit of his "<i>Kultur</i>," but left filthy +evidences of his bestial habits behind him to ensure that the +bedrooms would be uninhabitable by us.</p> +<p>Remembering all these things we wondered how our men would +behave now that the tables were turned and they in a position to +loot the treasures of many German farms and plantation houses. Of +course, divisional orders against looting and wanton destruction +were very strict. Where houses were at the mercy of small patrols +and bodies of our men under non-commissioned officers, far from the +path of the main advancing army, the temptation to all must have +been immense, and it speaks volumes for the natural goodness of our +men and their ingrained sense of order that never in this whole +country was looting done by any of our troops. True many houses +were plundered, and there was a certain amount of wanton damage; +but it was all done by the plundering native or by the Hun himself +in his retreat.</p> +<p>For our calculating enemy left no stone unturned to deprive us +of any of the useful booty of war. He deliberately destroyed and +ravaged and burnt the property of his fellow-countrymen, and +mentally determined to send in the claim for damage against us. A +German will always complain and send in a bill of costs to us, when +he is once assured of the protection of British troops.</p> +<p>Naturally, of course, we requisitioned and gave receipts for any +article or property that might be of use to us for our hospitals or +our supplies. In fact, our scrupulous regard for enemy property +will probably result in very many fraudulent claims against our +Government when the war is over. How easy to add mythical articles +of great value to the list attested to by the signature of a +British Staff officer. Who could blame a Hun when the British were +such fools and forgery of receipts so easy?</p> +<p>But such was the regard we paid to German women and children +that, if a house were occupied, we took nothing and disturbed +nothing. A German farmhouse was an oasis of plenty amid a very +hungry army. It made us sometimes wonder whether it was quite right +to leave German ducks and fowls and sheep behind us, when we had to +live on mealie meal and tough trek-ox. But the women were so +terrified, at first, that we gave such farms a wide berth when +scarcity of water did not force us to camp within the enclosures. +Shortly, however, as is the German custom, these women would profit +by their immunity and come to regimental headquarters that listened +so patiently and courteously to the tale of pawpaws or +mangoes—fruit that was really wild—vanished in the +night. In no campaign, I dare swear, has so much respect been given +to occupied houses, so much consideration to conquered people. The +German Government paid this compliment to our army, that they left +their women and children behind to our tender mercies.</p> +<p>At Handeni, ours being a Casualty Clearing Station, our +equipment included 200 stretchers, with little hospital equipment, +beyond the men's own blankets and their kit. No sooner did we come +along and install ourselves in the abandoned German fort than the +5th South African Infantry were in action at Kangata to win 125 +casualties. For us they were to nurse and keep until convalescent; +for there was no stationary hospital behind us, and forty miles of +the worst of bad roads robbed us of the chance of transporting them +to the railway.</p> +<p>So every afternoon I went to German planters' houses (empty, of +course), for forty miles around, in a swift Ford car. And back in +triumph we bore bedsteads and soft mattresses that heavy German +bodies so lately had impressed. Warm from the Hun, we brought them +to our wounded. Down pillows, soft eiderdown quilts for painful +broken legs; mattresses for pain-racked bodies. And one's reward +the pleasure and appreciation our men showed at these attempts to +ameliorate <i>their</i> lot. They were so "bucked" to see us coming +back at night laden with the treasures of German linen chests. It +would have done your heart good to see their dirty, unwashed faces +grinning at me from lace-edged pillows. Silk-covered cushions from +Hun drawing-rooms for painful amputation stumps!</p> +<p>So I had the double pleasure, all the expectancy and the delight +of seeing our men so pleased. Forty bedsteads and beds complete we +found in that district, until the bare white-washed walls of the +jail were transformed. White paint, too, we discovered in plenty, +and soon our wards were virginal in their whiteness. And when I +tell you that at one time I had no less than thirteen gunshot +fractures of thigh and leg alone and other wounds in proportion, in +the hospital, you may judge how necessary beds were.</p> +<p>But the natives had nearly always been before us, and the +confusion was indescribable, drawers turned out, the contents +strewed upon the floors, cupboards broken into, and all portable +articles removed. Pathetic traces everywhere of the happy family +life before war's devastating fingers rifled all their treasures. +Photographs, private letters, a doll's house, children's broken +toys.</p> +<p>And from some letters one gathered that insight into the +relations between the plantation owner and the manager who lived +there. At one farm, apparently owned by an Englishman who paid his +manager, a German Dane from Flensburg, the princely sum of 200 +rupees a month, we found that one, at least, of our own people knew +how to grind the uttermost labour from his German employee. For +there were letters from the manager asking for leave after 2 +½ years' labour at this plantation, and pointing out that +the German Government had laid down the principle of European leave +every two years. To this came the cold reply that his employer +cared nothing for German Government regulations; the contract was +for three years, and he would see to it that this provision was +carried out. One later letter begged for financial assistance to +tide him over the coming months; for his wife and children had been +ill and he himself in hospital at Korogwe with blackwater fever for +two months. "And how shall I pay for food the next two months, if +my pay is 200 rupees only, and hospital expenses 500?"</p> +<hr> +<a name="RULE4_17"><!-- RULE4 17 --></a> +<h2>SHERRY AND BITTERS</h2> +<p>A common inquiry put to doctors is, "What do you think of the +alcohol question in a tropical campaign?" Do we not think that it +is a good thing that our army is, by force of circumstances, a +teetotal one? Much as we regret to depart from an attitude that is +on the whole hostile to alcohol, I must say that it is our +conviction that in the tropics a certain amount of diffusible +stimulant is very beneficial and quite free from harm. And the +cheapest and most reliable stimulant of that nature one can obtain +commercially is, of course, whiskey. This whole campaign has been +almost entirely a teetotal one for reasons of transport and +inability to get drink. Not for any other reason, I can assure you. +But where the absence of alcohol has been no doubt responsible for +a wonderful degree of excellent behaviour among our troops, I yet +know that the few who were able to get a drink at night felt all +the better for it. At the end of the day here, when the sun has set +and darkness, swiftly falling, sends us to our tents and bivouacs, +there comes a feeling of intense exhaustion, especially if any +exercise has been taken. And exercise in some form, as you have +heard, is absolutely essential to health after the sun has +descended toward the west about four o'clock in the afternoon. For +men and officers go sick in standing camp more than on trek, and, +often, the more and the longer the men are left in camp to rest, +with the intention of recuperation, the more they go down with +malaria and dysentery.</p> +<p>It is no sudden conclusion we have come to as to the value of +alcohol, but we certainly feel that a drink or two at night does no +one any harm. But the drink for tropics must not be fermented +liquor: beer and wine are headachy and livery things. Whisky and +particularly vermouth are far the best. And vermouth is really such +a pleasant wholesome drink too. The idea of vermouth alone is +attractive. For it is made from the dried flowers of camomile to +which the later pressings of the grape have been added. One has +only to smell dried camomile flowers to find that their fragrance +is that of hay meadows in an English June! Camomile preparations, +too, are now so largely used in medicine and still keep their +reputation for wholesome and soothing qualities that it has enjoyed +for generations. How could one think that harm could lurk in the +tincture of such fragrant things as the flowers of English meadows? +No little reputation as a cure and preventive for blackwater fever +does vermouth enjoy! We know that we must always, if we would be +wise, be guided by local experience and local custom, and it is +told of the Anglo-German boundary Commission in East Africa, that +the frontier between the two protectorates can still be traced by +the empty vermouth bottles! But there were no cases of blackwater. +I am told, on that very long and trying expedition.</p> +<p>In the survey of the whole question of Prohibition in the +future, the essential difference of the requirements of humanity in +tropical countries must be taken into consideration. There is no +doubt, and in this all medical men of long tropical experience will +agree, that some stimulant is needed by blond humanity living out +of his geographical environment and debilitated by the adverse +influence of his lack of pigment, the vertical sun and a tropical +heat. It is more than probable that a proviso will have to be added +to any world-wide scheme of prohibition. The cocktail, the +universal "sherry and bitters" and "sundowner" will have to be +retained. To expect a man, so exhausted that the very idea of food +is distasteful, to digest his dinner, is to ask too much of one's +digestive apparatus. And this we must all admit, that if a man in +the tropics does not eat, then certainty he may not live.</p> +<hr> +<a name="RULE4_18"><!-- RULE4 18 --></a> +<h2>NATIVE PORTERS</h2> +<p>Toiling behind the column on march is the long and ragged line +of native porters, the human cattle that are, after all, the most +reliable form of transport in Equatorial Africa. Clad in red +blankets or loin cloths or in kilts made of reeds and straw, they +struggle on singing through the heat. Grass rings temper the weight +of the loads to their heads, each man carrying his forty pounds for +the regulation ten miles, the prescribed day's march in the +tropics. Winding snake-like along the native paths, they go +chanting a weird refrain that keeps their interest and makes the +miles slip by. Here are some low-browed and primitive porters from +the mountains, "Shenzies," as the superior Swahili call them, and +clad only in the native kilt of grass or reeds. Good porters these, +though ugly in form, and lacking the grace of the Wanyamwezi or the +Wahehe.</p> +<p>At night they drop their loads beside the water-holes that mark +the stages in the long march, and seek the nearest derelict ox or +horse and prepare their meals, with relish, from the still warm +entrails. This, with their "pocha," the allowance of mealie meal or +mahoga, keeps them fat, their stomachs distended, bodies shiny and +spirits of the highest. Round their camp fires they chatter far +into the night, relieved, by the number of the troops and the +plentiful supply of dead horses in the bush, from the ever-present +fear of the lion that, in other days, would lift them at night, +yelling, from their dying fires. One wonders that their spirits are +so high, for they would get short shrift and little mercy from +German raiding parties behind our advance. For the porter is +fan-game, and is as liable to destruction as any other means of +transport. Nor would the Germans hesitate a moment to kill them as +they would our horses. But the bush is the porters' safeguard, and +at the first scattering volley of the raiding party, they drop +their loads and plunge into the undergrowth. Later, when we have +driven off the raiders, it is often most difficult to collect the +porters again. Naturally the British attitude to the porter +<i>genus</i> differs from that of the Hun. Our aim, indeed, is to +break up an enemy convoy, but we seek to capture the hostile +porters that we may use them in our turn, all the more welcome to +us for the increased usefulness that German porter discipline has +given them.</p> +<p>Porters are the sole means of transport of the German armies; to +these latter are denied the mule transport and the motor lorries +that eat up the miles when roads are good. So they take infinite +pains to train their beasts of burden. Often they are chained +together in little groups to prevent them discarding their loads +and plunging into the jungle when our pursuit draws near. The +German knows the value of song to help the weary miles to pass, and +makes the porters chant the songs and choruses dear to the native +heart. Increasingly important these carriers become as the rains +draw near, and the time approaches when no wheels can move in the +soft wet cotton soil of the roads. Nor are the porters altogether +easy to deal with. Very delicate they often are when moved from +their own district and deprived of their accustomed food. Dysentery +plays havoc in their ranks. For the banana-eating Baganda find the +rough grain flour much too coarse and irritating for their +stomachs. So our great endeavour is to get the greatest supply of +local labour. Strange to say, it is here that our misplaced +leniency to the German meets its due reward.</p> +<p>It is not easy to tell the combatant, unless he be caught +red-handed. They all wear khaki, the only difference being that a +civilian wears pearl buttons, the soldiers the metal military +button with the Imperial Crown stamped on it. When it is borne in +mind that the buttons are hooked on, one can imagine how simple it +is to transform and change identity. Nor are the helmets different +in any way, save that a soldier's bears the coloured button in the +front; but as this also unscrews, the recognition is still more +difficult.</p> +<p>With these people, it has been our habit to send them back to +their alleged civil occupations after extracting an undertaking +that they will take no further active or passive part in the war. +But, to our surprise, when we sought for labour or supplies in +their country districts, we found that we could obtain neither. +Upon inquiry of the natives we learn that our late prisoners are +conducting a campaign of intimidation. "Soon—in a +year—we shall all return, and the English will be driven out. +If you labour or sell eggs, woe betide you in the day of +reckoning." What can the native do? As they say to us, "We see the +Germans returning to their farms just as they were before; the +missionaries installed in their mission stations again. What are we +to believe?"</p> +<hr> +<a name="RULE4_19"><!-- RULE4 19 --></a> +<h2>THE PADRE AND HIS JOB</h2> +<p>How often, in this war, has not one pitied the Army Chaplain! As +a visitor to hospital, as a dispenser of charity, as the bearer of +hospital comforts and gifts to sick men, as an indefatigable +organiser of concerts, as the cheerful friend of lonely men, he is +doing a real good work. But that is not his job, it is not what he +came out to do.</p> +<p>And the padre, willing, earnest, good fellow that he is, is +conscious that he is often up against a brick wall, a reserve in +the soldier that he cannot penetrate. The fact is, that he has +rank, and that robs him of much of his power to reach the private +soldier. But he must have rank, just as much as a doctor. Executive +authority must be his, in order to assert and keep up discipline. +And yet there is the constant barrier between the officer and the +man. Doctors know and feel it: feel that, in the officer, they are +no longer the doctor. Now, however, great changes have been wrought +and the medical officer likes to be called "doc," just as much as +the chaplain values the name "padre." There's something so intimate +about it. Such a tribute to our job and our responsibility and the +trust and confidence they have in us.</p> +<p>The soldier is not concerned about his latter end; all that +troubles him about his future, is the billet he yearns for, the +food he hopes to get, the rest he is sure is due to him, his leave +and the time when—how he longs for that!—he may turn +his sword into a ploughshare and have done with war and the +soldier's beastly trade.</p> +<p>Of course, in little matters like swearing, the padre is wise +and he knows what Tommy's adjective is worth. He knows that Tommy +is a simple person and apt to reduce his vocabulary to three +wonderful words: three adjectives which are impartially used as +substantives, adjectives, verbs, or adverbs. That is all. The +earnest young chaplain at first gasps with horror at the flaming +words, and would not be surprised if the heavens opened and +celestial wrath descended on these poor sinners' heads. But he soon +learns that these little adornments of the King's English mean less +than nothing. For Tommy is a reverent person, he is not a +blasphemer in reality; he is gentle, infinitely kind, incredibly +patient, extraordinarily generous, if the truth be told. His +language would lead one to believe that his soul is entirely lost. +But when one knows what this careless, generous, and kindly person +is capable of, one feels that his soul is a very precious thing +indeed. And there is one way the padre can touch this priceless +soul: that is, by serving in the ranks with him. Then all the +barriers fall, all the reserve vanishes, and the padre comes into +his own, and saves more souls by his example than by oceans of +precept. There he finds himself, he has got his real job at +last.</p> +<p>Among the South African infantry brigade, that did that +wonderful march to Kondoa Irangi, two hundred and fifty miles in a +month, in the height of the rainy season, were fourteen parsons. +All serving in the ranks as private soldiers, they carried a +wonderful example with them. It was their pride that they were the +cleanest and the best disciplined men in their respective +companies. No fatigue too hard, no duty too irksome. Better +soldiers they showed themselves than Tommy himself. Of a bright and +cheerful countenance, particularly when things looked gloomy, they +were ready for any voluntary fatigue. The patrol in the thick bush +that was so dangerous, fetching water, quick to build fires and +make tea, ready to help a lame fellow with his equipment, always +cheery, never grousing, they lived the life of our Lord instead of +preaching about it.</p> +<p>For the padre's job, I take it, is to teach the men the right +spirit, to send them to war as men should go, to assure them that +this is a holy fight, that God is on their side.</p> +<p>He knows that Tommy, if he speculates at all upon his latter +end, does so in the pagan spirit, the spirit that teaches men that +there is a special heaven for soldiers who are killed in war, that +the manner of their dying will give them absolution for their sins. +And the padre knows that the pagan spirit is the true spirit and +yet he may not say so. He may not suggest for a moment that sin +will be forgiven by sacrifice, for that is Old Testament teaching; +his Bishop tells him that he must not trifle with this heresy, but +he must inculcate in sinful man that he can, by repentance, and by +repentance only, gain absolution for past misdeeds.</p> +<p>And the chaplain knows Tommy, and he knows that he will never +get him on that tack. He knows that any soldier, who is any good, +looks upon it as a cowardly, mean and contemptible thing to crawl +to God for forgiveness in times of danger, when they never went to +him in days of peace. And I know many a chaplain who is with the +soldier in this belief.</p> +<p>A little of war, and the padre very soon finds his limitations. +To begin with, he is attached to a Field Ambulance and not to a +regiment, as a rule. The only time he sees the men is when they are +wounded. Then he often feels in the way and fears to obstruct the +doctor in his job. So all that is left is going out with the +stretcher-bearing party at night, showing a good example, cool in +danger, merciful to the wounded. But that again is not his job.</p> +<p>First, when he laid aside the sad raiment of his calling, and +put on his khaki habiliments of war, he thought that the chief part +of his job was to shrive the soldier before action, and to comfort +the dying. Later he found that the soldier would not be shriven, +and found, to his surprise, that the dying need no comfort. Very +soon he learnt that wounded men want the doctor, and chiefly as the +instrument that brings them morphia and ease from pain. And when +the wound is mortal, God's mercy descends upon the man and washes +out his pain. How should he need the padre, when God Himself is +near?</p> +<p>Early in his military career the young ministers of the Gospel +were provided with small diaries, in which they might record the +dying messages of the wounded. Then came disillusion, and they +found the dying had no messages to send; they are at peace, the +wonderful peace that precedes the final dissolution, and all they +ask is to be left alone.</p> +<p>So is it to be wondered at, that men with imagination, men like +Furze, the Bishop of Pretoria, saw in a vision clear that the +padre's job lay with the living and not with the dying, that he +could point the way by the example of a splendid life with the +soldier, far better than by a hundred discourses, as an officer, +from the far detachment of the pulpit. Thus was the idea conceived +and so was the experiment carried out. And all of us who were in +German East Africa can vouch for the splendid results of these +excellent examples. For the private soldier saw that his +fellow-soldier, handicapped as he was by being a parson, could know +his job and do his job as a soldier better than Tommy could +himself. To his surprise, he found that here was a man who could +make himself intelligible without prefixing a flaming adjective +when he asked his pal to pass the jam. Here was a N.C.O., a real +good fellow too, who could give an order and point a moral without +the use of a blistering oath; a man who was a man, cool under fire, +ready for any dangerous venture, cheerful always, never grousing, +always generous and open as a soldier should be, never preaching, +never openly praying, never asking men to do what he would not do +himself. Can you wonder that Tommy understood, and, understanding, +copied this example?</p> +<p>When he saw a man inspired by some inward Spirit that made him +careless of danger, contemptuous of death, fulfilling all the +Soldier's requirements in the way of manhood, he knew quite well +that some Divine inward fire upheld this once despised follower of +Christ. Then lo! the transformation. First, the oaths grew rarer in +the ranks and vanished; then came the discovery that, after all, it +really was possible to conduct a conversation in the same language +as the soldier used at home with his wife and children; that, after +all, the picturesque adjectives that flavoured the speech of camps +were not necessary; that there was really no need for two kinds of +speech, the language of the camp and the language of the +drawing-room.</p> +<p>And the process of redemption was very curious. All are familiar +of course with the hymn tunes that are sung by marching soldiers, +tunes that move their female relatives and amiable elderly +gentlemen to a quick admiration for the Christian soldier. All know +too that, could the admiring throng only hear the words to which +these hymn tunes were sung, the crowd would fly with fingers to +their ears, from such apparent blasphemy. Well, these well-known +ballads were first sung at the padre, and especially at the padre +who was masquerading as a soldier. And when the soldier saw that +the padre could see the jest and laugh at it too, and know that it +meant nothing, then he felt that he had got a good fellow for his +sky pilot. Can you wonder that the soldier spoke of his padre +comrade in such generous terms and that the whole tone of the +regiment improved? The men were better soldiers and better +Christians too.</p> +<p>There is one trap into which a padre falls when marching with a +regiment. Provided, by regulations, with a horse, he is often +unwise enough to ride alongside his marching cure of souls. It +would, perhaps, do him good if he could hear, as I did, the +comments of two Scottish sergeants in the rear. "Our Lord did not +consider it beneath him to ride upon a donkey, but this man of God +needs must have a horse."</p> +<p>"How is it that I don't get close to the good fellows on board +the ship?" said a very good and earnest padre to me. "Why don't +these fellow-officers of mine come to church? How is it that +fellows I know to be good and generous and kindly are yet to be +found at the bar, in the smoking-room, when my service is on? Why +is it that the decent, nice fellows aren't professing Christians, +and some of the fellows who are my most regular attendants haven't +a tenth of the character and quality and charm of these apparent +pagans?"</p> +<p>What could I do but tell him the truth? I knew him well and felt +that he would understand. Most fellows, I said, don't come to +church, because if they've good and decent characters, they hate to +be hypocrites. Now you know, padre, in this improper world of ours, +that many men are sinners, by that I mean that convention describes +as sinful some of the things they do. What do you tell us when we +go to early chapel in the morning? "Ye that do truly and earnestly +repent you of your sins and are in love and charity with your +neighbours and intend to lead a new life ... draw near with faith +and take this Holy Sacrament ..." Well, then, can you conceive that +such a state of mind exists in an otherwise decent man that he +finds the burden of his sin not intolerable, as he should do, but +that he hugs that special sin as a prisoner may hug his chains? +That his sin, or let us call it his breach of the conventions of +Society, is the one dear precious thing in his existence at the +present moment. He doesn't want to reform or to lead a new life. +Later, no doubt, he'll tire of this sin and then he may come to +church again. But how could a man of character go to God's House +and be such an infernal hypocrite? He cannot partake of the Body +and Blood of Christ any more when he is in that state of mind. So +you see, padre, it is often the honest men who won't be hypocrites, +that won't go to your church.</p> +<p>Many the padre that used to drift into our hospital on the long +trek to Morogoro, Church of England, Roman Catholics, +Presbyterians, and those who look after the "fancy religions," as +Tommy calls them. By that term is designated any man who does not +belong to either of the above three. One such fellow came to our +mess the other day, and in answer to our query as to the special +nature of his flock, he answered that, though strictly speaking a +Congregationalist, he had found that he had become a "dealer in +out-sizes in souls," as he called it. He kept, as he said, a +fatherly eye (and a very good eye too, that we could see) on +Dissenters in general, Welsh Baptists, Rationalists, and all the +company of queerly minded men we have in this strange army of ours. +Later we heard that he had brought with him an excellent reputation +from the Front. And that is not easy to acquire from an army that +is hard to please in the matter of professors of religion.</p> +<hr> +<a name="RULE4_20"><!-- RULE4 20 --></a> +<h2>FOR ALL PRISONERS AND CAPTIVES</h2> +<p>The missionaries and the Allied civilians released from Tabora +have the usual tale to tell of German beastliness, of white men +forced to dig roads and gardens, wheel barrows and other degrading +work under the guard of native soldiers, insulted, humiliated, +degraded before the native Askaris at the instance of German +officers and N.C.O.s in charge. The Italian Consul-General working +in the roads! We may forget all this: it is in keeping with our +soft and sentimental ways. But will the French? Will Italy forgive? +There will be no weakness there when the day of reckoning comes. +All this we had from the Commission of Inquiry in Morogoro and +Mombasa that sat to take evidence. Gentle nurses of the +Universities' English Mission, missionary ladies who devoted a +lifetime in the service of the Huns and the natives in German East, +locked up behind barbed wire for two years, without privacy of any +kind, constantly spied upon in their huts at night by the native +guard, always in terror that the black man, now unrestrained, even +encouraged by his German master, should do his worst. Can you +wonder that they kept their poison tablets for ever in their +pockets that they might have close at hand an end that was merciful +indeed compared with what they would suffer at native hands? So +with many tears of relief they cast friendly Death into the bushes +as the Askaris fled before the dust of our approaching columns. Do +you blame gentle Sister Mabel that she would never speak to any Hun +in German, using only Swahili and precious little of that?</p> +<p>Far worse the story told by the broken Indian soldiers, +prisoners since the fight at Jassin, left abandoned, half dead with +dysentery and fever, by the Germans on their retreat to Mahenge. A +commission of inquiry held by British officers of Native Indian +regiments elicited the facts. The remains of two double companies, +one Kashmiris, the other Bombay Grenadiers, to the number of 150, +were brought to Morogoro and there farmed out to German +contractors. Here they toiled on the railway, clearing the land, +bringing in wood from the jungle building roads, half starved and +savagely ill-treated. They might burn with fever or waste their +feeble strength in dysentery, it made no difference to their brutal +jailers. To be sick was to malinger in German eyes: so they got +"Kiboko" and their rations reduced, because, forsooth, a man who +could not work could also not eat. To "Kiboko" a prisoner of war +and an Indian soldier is a flagrant offence against the laws of +war. But to the contractor there were no laws but of his making, +and he laid on thirty lashes with the rhinoceros hide Kiboko to +teach these stiff-necked "coolies" not to sham again. And as these +soldiers lay half dead with fever on the road, their German jailers +gave orders that their mouths and faces be defiled with filth, a +crime unspeakable to a Moslem. Will the Mohammedan world condone +this? The fruit of this treatment was that eighty of these wretched +soldiers died and were buried at Morogoro. But these prisoners, on +their release, marching through the streets caught sight of two of +their erstwhile jailers walking in freedom and security and going +about then daily avocations as if there was no war. These Germans +had, of course, told our Provost Marshal that they were civilians, +and never had or intended to take part in the war. So these two men +on their word, the word of a Prussian, mark you well, were allowed +all the privileges of freedom in Morogoro. One of them, Dorn by +name, a hangdog ruffian, owned the house we took over as a mess, +and tried to get receipts from us for things we took for the +hospital, that really belonged to other people.</p> +<p>But the Indian soldiers' evidence was the undoing of Dorn and +his fellow-criminal. Arrested and put into jail, they were sent to +Dar-es-Salaam for trial by court-martial on the evidence. How the +guard hoped that an attempt to escape would be made, such an +attempt as was so often the alleged reason for the shooting of so +many of our English prisoners. The sense of discipline in the +Indian troops was such that, no matter how great the temptation to +avenge a thousand injuries and the unexampled opportunity offered +by a long railway journey through dense bush, they delivered their +prisoners safe in Dar-es-Salaam. It is said that nothing would +persuade Dorn and his comrade to leave the safe shelter of the +railway truck. No, they did not want to go for a walk in the bush, +they would stay in the truck, thank you! No matter how great the +invitation to flight was offered by an open door and the temporary +disappearance of the guard. Do you think these two ruffians will +get the rope? I wonder.</p> +<p>The other day at Kissaki the Germans sent back ten of our white +prisoners, infantry captured at Salaita Hill, Marines from the +<i>Goliath</i>. All these weary months the Huns had dragged these +wretched prisoners all over the country. And yet there are some who +tell us that the German is not such a Hun here as he is in Europe. +The fact is he is worse, if possible, inconceivably arrogant and +cruel at first, incredibly anxious to conciliate our prisoners when +the tide had turned and vengeance was upon him. Burning by fever by +day, chilled by tropic dews at night, these poor devils had been +harried and kicked and cursed and ill-used by Askaris and insulted +by native porters all that long retreat from Moschi to Kissaki and +beyond. No "machelas" for them if they were ill, no native hammocks +to carry them on when their poor brains cried out against the +malaria that struck them down in the noonday sun. Kicked along the +road or left to die in the bush, these the only two alternatives. +And the beasts were kinder than the Huns: they at least took not so +long to kill. Forced to do coolie labour, to dig latrines for +native soldiers, incredibly humiliating, such was their lot! Many +of them died by the roadside. Many died for want of medicine. There +was no lack of drugs for Germans, but there was need for economy +where prisoners were concerned. What more natural than that they +should keep their drugs for their own troops? Who could tell their +pressing need in months to come? But the indomitable ones they kept +and keep them still. Only yesterday they released the naval surgeon +captured on the pseudo-hospital ship <i>Tabora</i> in +Dar-es-Salaam. Did he get the treatment that custom ordains an +officer should have, or did he also dig latrines and cook his +<i>bit</i> of dripping meat over a wood fire like a "shenzy" +native? I leave that to you to answer. How could we tell he was a +doctor? that is the Huns' excuse. "He only had a blue and red +epaulet on his white drill tunic, there was no red cross on his +arm." But apparently after twenty months they discovered this +essential fact. And what was left of him struggled into our lines +under a white flag the other day. But here, as in Germany, not all +the Huns were Hunnish. Some there were who cursed Lettow and the +war in speaking to the prisoners, and, in private talks, professed +their tiredness of the whole beastly campaign. But these, our men +noticed, were ever the quickest to "strafe," always the first to +rail and upbraid and strike when a German officer was near.</p> +<p>Fed on native food, chewing manioc, mahoja for their flour, the +ground their bed, so they existed; but ever in their captive hearts +was the knowledge that we were coming on, behind them ever the +thunder of our guns, the panic flights of their captors, timid +advances from native soldiers, unabashed tokens of conciliation +from the Europeans alternating with savage punishment. This was +meat and drink indeed to them. Cheerfully they endured, for Nemesis +was at hand. How they chuckled to see the German officer's heavy +kit cut down to one chop box, native orderlies cut off, fat German +doctors waddling and sweating along the road? Away and ever away to +the south, for the hated "Beefs" were after them, coming down +relentlessly from the north. Even a lay brother, "Brother John," +they kept until the other day. And their stiff-necked prisoners +refused to receive the conciliatory amelioration of their lot that +would be offered one day, to be, for no apparent reason, withdrawn +the next. "No, thank you, we don't want extra food now! We really +don't need a native servant now, we will still do our own fatigues. +No. We don't want to go for a walk. We've really been without all +these things for so long that we don't miss them now. Anyhow it +won't be for long," they said.</p> +<p>The German commandant turned away furiously after the rejection +of his olive branch. For he knew now that his captives knew that +the game was up, and it gave him food for thought indeed.</p> +<hr> +<a name="RULE4_21"><!-- RULE4 21 --></a> +<h2>THE BEASTS OF THE FIELD</h2> +<p>We are camped for the present on the edge of a plateau, +overlooking a vast plain that stretches a hundred miles or more to +where Kilimanjaro lifts his snow peaks to the blue. All over this +yellow expanse of grass, relieved in places by patches of dark +bush, are great herds of wild game slowly moving as they graze. +Antelope and wildebeests, zebra and hartebeests, there seems no end +to them in this sportsman's paradise. At night, attracted by +to-morrow's meat that hangs inside a strong and well-guarded hut, +the hyaenas come to prowl and voice their hunger and disappointment +on the evening air.</p> +<p>The general impression in England, you know, was that in coming +to East Africa we had left the cold and damp misery of Flanders for +a most enjoyable side-show. We were told that we should spend +halcyon days among the preserves, return laden with honours and +large stores of ivory, and in our spare moments enjoy a little +campaigning of a picnic variety, against an enemy that only waited +the excuse to make a graceful surrender. But how different the +truth! To us with the advance there has been no shooting; to shoot +a sable antelope (and, of course, we have trekked through the +finest game preserves in the world, including the Crown Prince's +special Elephant Forests) is to ask for trouble from the Askari +patrol that is just waiting for the sound of a rifle shot to bring +him hot foot after us. So the sable antelope might easily be bought +by very unpleasant sacrifice. All shooting at game, even for food, +except on most urgent occasions, is strictly forbidden, for a rifle +shot may be as misleading to our own patrols and outposts as it +would be inviting to the Hun.</p> +<p>This war had led us from the comparative civilisation of German +plantations to the wildest, swampiest region of Equatorial Africa. +After rain the roads tell the story of the wild game, for in the +mud are the big slot marks of elephants and lions and all the +denizens of the bush. But at the bases and back in British East +Africa where there are no lurking German Askari patrols, many +fellows have had the time of their lives with the big game. +Afternoon excursions to the wide plains and their bush where the +wild game hide and graze.</p> +<p>We are often asked how we manage to avoid the lions and the +other wild beasts of the country that come to visit the thorn bomas +that protect our transport cattle at night? Strange as it may seem, +we do not have to avoid them, for they do not come for us or for +the natives, nor yet for the live cattle so much as for the dead +mules and oxen. I dare say there have never been so many white and +black men in a country infested with lions who have suffered so +little from the beasts of the field as we have.</p> +<p>In the first place, the advance of so great an army has +frightened away a very large number of the wild game. All that have +stayed are the larger carnivora, like the hyaena or the lion. And +they are a positive Godsend to us. For instead of attacking our +sentries and patrols at night, as you might imagine, they are the +great scavengers and camp cleaners of the country. Of vultures +there are too few in this land, probably because the blind bush +robs them of the chance of spotting their prey. Were it not for +lions and hyaenas, we should be in a bad way. For they come to eat +all our dead animals, all the wastage of this army, the tribute our +transport animals are paying to fly and to horse-sickness. For in +spite of fairy tales about lions one must believe the unromantic +truth that a lion prefers a dead ox to a man, and a black man to a +white one. So you will not be surprised when I tell you that in +this army of ours of at least 30,000 men I have only had two cases +of mauling by the larger carnivora to deal with. And such cases as +these would all pass through my hands. There was only one case of +lion mauling, and that a Cape Boy who met a young half-grown cub on +the road and unwisely ran from it. At first curiosity attracted +this animal, and later the hunting instinct caused him to maul his +prey. So they brought him in with the severe blood-poisoning that +sets in in almost all cases of such a nature. For the teeth and +claws of the larger carnivora are frightfully infectious. This Cape +Boy died in forty-eight hours. Yet one other case was that of an +officer who met a leopardess with cubs in the bush when out after +guinea fowl. She charged him, and he gave her his left arm to chew +to save his face and body. Then alarmed by his yells and the +approach of his companion she left him, and he was brought one +hundred miles to the railway. But he was in good hands at once, and +when I saw him the danger of blood-poisoning had gone and he was +well upon his way to health again.</p> +<p>The same experience have we had with snakes. The hot dry dusty +roads and the torn scrub abound with snakes and most of them of a +virulently poisonous quality. But one case only of snake-bite have +I seen, and that a native. The fact that the wild denizens of the +field and forest are much more afraid of us than we of them saves +us from what might appear to be very serious menace. Even the +wounded left out in the dense bush have not suffered from these +animal pests, but the dead, of course, have often disappeared and +their bleached bones alone are left to tell the story. One might +think that the hyaena, the universal scavenger, would be as loathed +by the native as he is by us whose dead he disinters at night, if +we have been too tired or unable to bury our casualties deep +enough. But, strange as it may seem, the hyaena is worshipped by +one very large tribe in East Africa, the Kikuyu. For these strange +people have an extraordinary aversion to touching dead people. So +much so, that when their own relatives seem about to die they put +them out in the bush with a small fire and a gourd of water, +protected by a small erection of bush against the mid-day sun, and +leave the hyaenas to do the rest. So it comes about that this beast +is almost sacred, and a white man who kills one runs some danger of +his life, if the crime is discovered. It is hardly to be wondered +at that the hyaenas in the "Kikuyu" country are far bolder than in +other parts. Elsewhere and by nature the hyaena is an arrant +coward. Here, however, he will bite the face off a sleeping man +lying in the open, or even pull down a woman or child, should they +be alone; elsewhere he only lives on carrion.</p> +<p>The German is not a sportsman as we understand the term, though +the modern young German who apes English ways, comes out to East +Africa occasionally to make collections for his ancestral Schloss. +That the Crown Prince should have reserved large areas for game +preserves speaks for this modern tendency in young Germany. The +average German is not keen on exercise in the tropics, he will be +carried by sweating natives in a chair or hammock where Englishmen +on similar errands will walk and shoot upon the way. This slothful +habit leads us to the conviction that very much of the country is +not explored as it should be, and I have been told by prospectors +for precious minerals, who were serving in our army, of the +wonderful store of mineral deposits in German East Africa. One +noted prospector who fell into my hands at Handeni could so little +forget his occupation of peace in this new reality of war, that he +always took out his prospector's hammer on patrol with him, and +chipped pieces of likely rock to bring back to camp in his +haversack. He it was who told me of his discovery of a seam of +anthracite coal in the bed of a river near the Tanga railway. On +picket he had wandered to the edge of the ravine and fallen over. +Struggling for life to save himself by the shrubs and growing +plants on the face of this precipice, he eventually found his way +to the bottom of the ravine, on the top of a small avalanche of +earth. Judge, then, of his astonishment when, looking up, he saw +that his fall had exposed a fine seam of coal. This discovery +alone, in a country where the railway engines are forced to burn +wood fuel or expensive imported coal from Durban, is of the +greatest importance. The experience of most of us seemed to be that +the Germans, in the piping days of peace, preferred elegant leisure +in a hammock and the prospect of cold beer beneath a mango tree to +the sterner delights of laborious days in thickly wooded and +inaccessible mountains. One of the first results of this campaign +will be to bring the enterprising prospector from Rhodesia and the +Malay States to what was once the "Schöne Ost-Afrika" of the +German colonial enthusiast.</p> +<p>But big game hunting, except a man hunts for a living, as do the +elephant poachers in Mozambique or the Lado Enclave, soon loses its +savour to white men after a time. It is not long before the rifle +is discarded for the camera by men who really care for wild life in +wilder countries. Herein the white man differs from the savage, who +kills and kills until he can slay no longer. Strange it is to think +that farmers and planters in East Africa so soon tire of big game +hunting, that they do not trouble even to shoot for the pot or to +get the meat that is the ration provided for their native +labourers, but employs a native, armed with a rifle and a few +cartridges, to shoot antelope for meat.</p> +<p>To one in whom the spirit of adventure and romance is not dead +what more attractive than an elephant hunter's life? To work for +six months and make two or three thousand pounds, and spend the +proceeds in a riotous holiday, until the heavy tropic rains are +over and the bush is dry again. But few realise the rare qualities +that an elephant hunter must have. He must be extraordinarily +tough, quite hardened to the toil and diseases of the country, +knowing many native tongues, largely immune from the fever that +lays a white man low many marches from civilisation and hospitals, +of an endurance splendid, with hope to dare the risk, and courage +to endure the toil. For the professional elephant hunter is now, by +force of circumstance and white man's law, become a wolf of the +forest, and the hands of all Governments are against him. He must +mark his elephant down, be up with the first light and after him, +must manoeuvre for light and wind and scent to pick the big bull +from the sheltering herd of females. If the head shot is not +possible, the lung shot or stomach shot alone is left. And six +hours' march through waterless country before one comes up with the +elephant resting with his herd is not the best preparation for a +shot. If one misses, one may as well go home another eight hours +back to water. But if you hit and follow the bull through the +thorny bush, you do not even then know whether you will find the +victim. If, however, you find traces three times in the first hour, +or see the blood pouring from the trunk—not merely blown in +spray upon the bushes—then the certain conviction comes that +within an hour you will find your kill. Then the long march back to +camp, all food and water and the precious tusks carried by natives, +often too exhausted at the end to eat. A man who cannot march +thirty miles a day, and fulfil all the other requirements, should +relegate elephant hunting to the world of dreams. All the big +successful elephant poachers are well known: most of them are +English, some of them are Boers, a few only French or American; but +seldom does a German attempt it or live to repeat his experience. +Far better to shut his eyes to this illicit traffic and assist +these strange soldiers of fortune to get their ivory to the coast, +and then enjoy the due reward of this complaisant attitude.</p> +<hr> +<a name="RULE4_22"><!-- RULE4 22 --></a> +<h2>THE BIRDS OF THE AIR</h2> +<p>I think it is rather a pity that no naturalist has studied the +birds of German East Africa in the intimate and friendly spirit +that many men have done at home. It has been said that the bright +plumage of Central African birds is given them as compensation for +the charm of song that is a monopoly of the European bird. That +this is the case in the damp forests and swamps and reed beds along +the Rufigi and other big rivers, there is no doubt. Gaudy parrots +and iridescent finches flash through the foliage of trees along the +Mohoro river, monkeys slide down the ropes formed by parasitic +plants that hang from the tree branches, to dip their hands in the +water to drink; only to flee, chattering to the tree-tops, as they +meet the gaze of apparently slumbering crocodiles. Great painted +butterflies flit above the beds of lilies that fringe the muddy +lagoons, the hippopotamus wallows lazily in the warm sunlit waters. +Here, it is true, is the Equatorial Africa of our schoolboy dreams; +and the birds have little but their glittering plumage to recommend +them.</p> +<p>But we are apt to forget that the greater portion of Tropical +Africa, certainly all that is over five hundred feet above the sea, +which constitutes the greater part of the country with the +exception of the coast region, is not at all true to the picture +that most of us have in our minds. For the character of the +interior is vastly different: great rolling plains of yellow grass +and thorn scrub, with the denser foliage of deciduous trees along +the river-banks. Here, indeed, you may find sad-coloured birds that +are gifted with the sweetest of songs. In the bed of the Morogoro +River lives a warbler who sings from the late afternoon until dusk, +and he is one of the very few birds that have that deep contralto +note, the "Jug" of the nightingale. And there are little wrens with +drab bodies and crimson tails that live beside the dwellings of men +and pick up crumbs from the doors of our tents, and hunt the rose +trees for insects. In the thorn bushes of higher altitudes are grey +finches that might have learnt their songs beside canary cages. The +African swallows, red headed and red backed, have a most tuneful +little song; they used to delight our wounded men in hospital at +Handeni when they built their nests in the roofs of this one-time +German jail, and sang to reward us for the open windows that +allowed them to feed their broods of young.</p> +<p>In the mealie fields are francolins in coveys, very like the +red-legged partridge in their call, though in plumage nearer to its +English brother. There, too, the ubiquitous guinea fowl, the +spotted "kanga" that has given us so many blessed changes of diet, +utters his strident call from the tops of big thorn trees. The +black and white meadow lark is here, but the "khoran" or lesser +bustard of South Africa, that resembles him so much in plumage on a +much larger scale, is absent. The brown bustard, so common in the +south, is the only representative of the turkey tribe that I have +seen here. Black and white is a very common bird colouring; black +crows with white collars follow our camps and bivouacs to pick up +scraps, and the brown fork-tailed kite hawks for garbage and for +the friendly lizard too, in the hospital compound. One night, as I +lay in my tent looking to the moon-lit camp, Fritz, our little +ground squirrel that lived beneath the table of the mess tent, met +an untimely fate from a big white owl. A whirr of soft owl wings to +the ground outside my tent, a tiny squeak, and Fritz had vanished +from our compound too.</p> +<p>Vultures of many kinds dispute with lion and hyaena for the +carrion of dead ox or mule beside the road of our advance. King +vultures in their splendour of black, bare red necks and tips of +white upon their wings, lesser breeds of brown carrion hawks and +vultures attend our every camp. Again the vulture is not so common +as in South Africa, for here it is blind in this dense bush and has +to play a very subsidiary part to the scavenging of lions and +hyaenas. Down by the swamps one evening we shot a vulture that was +assisting a moribund ox to die. True we did not mean to kill him, +for we owe many debts of gratitude to vultures; but, to my +surprise, my native boy seemed greatly pleased. Lifting the big +black tail he showed me the white soft feathers beneath, and by +many signs appeared to indicate that these feathers were of great +value. Then I looked again, and it was a marabou stork. My boy, who +had been with marabou and egret poachers in the swamps and +rice-fields of the lower Rufigi, knew the value of these snowy +feathers.</p> +<hr> +<a name="RULE4_23"><!-- RULE4 23 --></a> +<h2>BITING FLIES</h2> +<p>Of the many plagues that beset this land of Africa not the least +are the biting flies. Just as every tree and bush has thorns, so +every fly has a sting. Some bite by day only, some by night, and +others at all times. Even the ants have wings, and drop them in our +soup as they resume their plantigrade existence once again.</p> +<p>The worst biter that we have met in the many "fly-belts" that +lie along the Northern Railway is the tsetse fly: especially was he +to be found at a place called Same, and during the long trek from +German Bridge on the Northern Railway to Morogoro in the south. At +one place there is a belt thirty miles wide, and our progress was +perpetual torture, unless we passed that way at night. For the +<i>Glossina morsitans</i> sleeps by night beneath leaves in the +bush, and only wakes when disturbed. For this reason we drive our +horses, mules, and cattle by night through these fly-belts. Savage +and pertinacious to a degree are these pests, and their bite is +like the piercing of a red-hot needle. Simple and innocent they +appear, not unlike a house fly, but larger and with the tips of +their wings crossed and folded at the end like a swallow's. They +are mottled grey in colour, and their proboscis sticks out straight +in front. Hit them and they fall off, only to rise again and attack +once more; for their bodies are so tough and resistant, that great +force is required to destroy them. They are infected with +trypanosomes, a kind of attenuated worm that circulates in the +blood, but fortunately not the variety that causes sleeping +sickness. At least we believe not. In any case we shall not know +for eighteen months, for that is usually the latent period of +sleeping sickness in man. Their bite is very poisonous, and +frequently produces the most painful sores and abscesses. But if +they are not lethal to man, they take a heavy toll of horses, +mules, and cattle. Through the night watches, droves of horses, +remounts for Brits's and Vandeventer's Brigades, cattle for our +food and for the transport, mules and donkeys, pass this way. Fine +sleek animals that have left the Union scarcely a month before, +carefully washed in paraffin in a vain attempt to protect them from +flies and ticks. But what a change in a short six weeks. The coat +that was so sleek now is staring, the eye quite bloodless, the +swelling below the stomach that tells its own story; wasting, +incredible. Soon these poor beasts are discarded, and line the +roads with dull eyes and heavy hanging heads. We may not shoot, for +firing alarms our outposts and discloses our position. To-night the +lions and hyaenas that this war has provided with such sumptuous +repasts will ring down the curtain. A horse's scream in the bush at +night, the lowing of a frightened steer, a rustling of bushes, and +these poor derelicts, half eaten by the morning, meet the +indifferent gaze of the next convoy. More merciful than man are the +scavengers of the forest. They, at least, waste no time at the end. +Strange that the little donkeys should alone for a time at least +escape the fly; it is their soft thick coats that defeats the +searching proboscis. But after rain or the fording of a river their +protecting coats get parted by the moisture, and the fly can find +his mark in the skin. So the donkey and the Somali mule that +generations of fly have rendered tolerant to the trypanosome are +the most reliable of our beasts of burden. Soon, these too will go +in the approaching rainy season, and then we shall fall back on the +one universal beast of burden, the native carriers. Thousands of +these are now being collected to march with their head loads at the +heels of our advancing columns. The veterinary service is helpless +with fly-struck animals. One may say with truth that the commonest +and most frequently prescribed veterinary medicine is the revolver. +Certainly it is the most merciful. Large doses of arsenic may keep +a fly-struck horse alive for months; alive, but robbed of all his +life and fire, his free gait replaced by a shambling walk. The wild +game, more especially the water buck and the buffalo whose blood is +teeming with these trypanosomes, but who, from generations of +infection, have acquired an immunity from these parasites, keep +these flies infected. Thus one cannot have domestic cattle and wild +game in the same area; the two are incompatible. And shortly the +time will come, as certainly as this land will support a white +population, when the wild game will be exterminated and <i>Glossina +morsitans</i> will bite no more.</p> +<p>More troublesome, because more widely spread, are the large +family of mosquitoes. The <i>anopheles</i>, small, grey and quietly +persistent, carries the malaria that has laid our army low. +<i>Culex</i>, larger and more noisy, trumpets his presence in the +night watches: but the mischief he causes is in inverse ratio to +the noise he makes. <i>Stegomyia</i>, host of the spirium of yellow +fever, is also here, but happily not yet infected; not yet, but it +may be only a question of time before yellow fever is brought along +the railways or caravan routes from the Congo or the rivers of the +West Coast, where the disease is endemic. There for many years it +was regarded as biliary fever or blackwater or malaria. Now that +the truth is known a heavier responsibility is cast upon the +already overburdened shoulders of the Sanitary Officer and the +specialists in tropical diseases. <i>Stegomyia</i>, as yet +uninfected, are also found in quantities in the East; and with the +opening of the Panama Canal, that links the West Indies and +Caribbean Sea, where yellow fever is endemic, with the teeming +millions of China and India, may materially add to the burden of +the doctors in the East. Living a bare fourteen days as he does, +infected <i>stegomyia</i> died a natural death, in the old days, +during the long voyage round the Horn, and thus failed to infect +the Eastern Coolie, who would in turn infect these brothers of the +West Indian mosquito.</p> +<p>Fortunate it is in one way that <i>anopheles</i> is the mosquito +of lines of communication, of the bases, of houses and huts and +dwellings of man, rather than of the bush. Our fighting troops are +consequently not so exposed as troops on lines of communication. +For this blessing we are grateful, for lines of communication +troops can use mosquito nets, but divisional troops on trek or on +patrol cannot. Soon we shall see the fighting troops line up each +evening for the protective application of mosquito oil. For where +nets are not usable it is yet possible to protect the face and +hands for six hours, at least, by application of oil of citronella, +camphor, and paraffin. Nor is this mixture unpleasant; for the +smell of citronella is the fragrance of verbena from Shropshire +gardens.</p> +<p>Least in size, but in its capacity for annoyance greatest, +perhaps, of all, is the sand fly. Almost microscopic, but with +delicate grey wings, of a shape that Titania's self might wear, +they slip through the holes of mosquito gauze and torment our feet +by night and day. The three-day fever they leave behind is yet as +nothing compared to the itching fury that persists for days.</p> +<p>Finally there is the bott-fly, by no means the least unpleasant +of the tribe. Red-headed and with an iridescent blue body, he is +very similar to the bluebottle, and lives in huts and dwellings. +But his ways are different, for he bites a hole into one's skin, +usually the back or arms, and lays an egg therein. In about ten +days this egg develops into a fully grown larva, in other words a +white maggot with a black head. It looks for all the world like a +boil until one squeezes it and pushes the squirming head outside. +But woe to him who having squeezed lets go to get the necessary +forceps; for the larva leaps back within, promptly dies and forms +an abscess. Often I have taken as many as thirty or forty from one +man. It is a melancholy comfort to find that this fly is no +respecter of persons, for the Staff themselves have been known to +become affected by this pest.</p> +<p>With the flies may be mentioned as one of the minor horrors of +war in East Africa, one of the little plagues that are sent to +mortify our already over-tortured flesh, the jigger flea. As if +there were not already sufficient trials for us to undergo, an +unkind Providence has sent this pest to rob us of what little +enjoyment or elegant leisure this country might afford. True to her +sex, it is the female of the species that causes all the trouble; +the male is comparatively harmless. Lurking in the dust and grass +of camps, she burrows beneath the skin of our toes, choosing with a +calculated ferocity the tender junction of the nails with the +protesting flesh. No sooner is she well ensconced therein than she +commences the supreme business of life, she lays her eggs, by the +million, all enclosed in a little sack. What little measure of +sleep the mosquitoes, the sand flies and the stifling nights have +left us, this relentless parasite destroys. For her presence is +disclosed to us by itching intolerable. Then the skill of the +native boys is called upon, and dusky fingers, well scrubbed in +lysol, are armed with a safety pin, to pick the little interloper +out intact. Curses in many languages descend upon the head of the +unlucky boy who fails to remove the sack entire. For the +egg-envelope once broken, abscesses and blood poisoning may result, +and one's toes become an offence to surgery.</p> +<p>All is well, if a drop of iodine be ready to complete the +well-conducted operation; but the poor soldier, whose feet, +perforce, are dirty and who only has the one pair of socks, pays a +heavy penalty to this little flea, that dying still has power to +hurt. Dirt and the death of this tiny visitor result in painful +feet that make of marching a very torture. So great a pest is this +that at least five per cent. of our army, both white and native, +are constantly incapacitated. Hundreds of toenails have I removed +for this cause alone. Nor do the jiggers come singly, but in +battalions, and often as many as fifty have to be removed from one +wretched soldier's feet and legs. So we hang our socks upon our +mosquito nets and take our boots to bed with us, nor do we venture +to put bare feet upon the ground.</p> +<p>A yell in the sleeping camp at night, "Some damn thing's bit +me;" and matches are struck, while a sleepy warrior hunts through +his blankets for the soldier ant whose great pincers draw blood, or +lurking centipede or scorpion. For in these dry, hot, dusty +countries these nightly visitors come to share the warm softness of +the army blanket. Next morning, sick and shivering, they come to +show to me the hot red flesh or swollen limb with which the night +wanderer has rewarded his involuntary host.</p> +<hr> +<a name="RULE4_24"><!-- RULE4 24 --></a> +<h2>NIGHT IN MOROGORO</h2> +<p>There's nothing quite so wideawake as a tropical night in +Africa. At dawn the African dove commences with his long-drawn note +like a boy blowing over the top of a bottle, one bird calling to +another from the palms and mango trees. Then the early morning +songsters wake.</p> +<p>There is no libel more grossly unfair than that which says the +birds of Africa have no song. The yellow weaver birds sing most +beautifully, as they fly from the feathery tops of the avenue of +coconut palms that line the road to the clump of bamboos behind the +hospital.</p> +<p>But they fly there no longer now, for our colonel, in a spasm of +sanitation, cut down this graceful swaying clump of striped bamboos +for the fear that they harboured mosquitoes. As if these few canes +mattered, when our hospital was on the banks of the reed-fringed +river. Morning songsters with voices of English thrushes and robins +wake one to gaze upon the dawn through one's mosquito net. Small +bird voices, like the chiff-chaff in May, carry on the chorus until +the sun rises. Then the bird of delirium arrives and runs up the +scale to a high monotonous note that would drive one mad, were it +not that he and the dove, with his amphoric note, are Africa all +over. A neat fawn-coloured bird this, with a long tail and dark +markings on his wings.</p> +<p>Then as the sun rises and the early morning heat dries up the +song birds' voices, the earth and the life of the palm trees drowse +in the sunshine.</p> +<p>But at night, from late afternoon to three in the morning, when +the life of trees and grasses and ponds ceases for a short while +before it begins again at dawn, the air is full of the busy voices +of the insect world. Until we came south to Morogoro, to the land +of mangoes, coconut, palms, bamboos, we had known the shrill voice +of cicadas and the harsh metallic noises of crickets in grass and +trees. But here we made two new acquaintances, and charming little +voices they had too. One lived in the grass and rose leaves of our +garden, for the German blacksmith who lately occupied our hospital +building had planted his garden with "Caroline Testout" and crimson +ramblers. His voice was like the tinkling of fairy hammers upon a +silver anvil. And with this fine clear note was the elusive voice +of another cricket that had such a marked ventriloquial character +that we could never tell whether he lived in the rose bushes or in +the trees. His note was the music of silver bells upon the naked +feet of rickshaw boys, the tinkle that keeps time to the soft +padding of native feet in the rickshaws of Nairobi at night. At +first I woke to think there were rickshaw boys dragging +rubber-tyred carriages along the avenues of the town, until I found +that Morogoro boasted no rickshaws and no bells for native +feet.</p> +<p>Punctuated in all the music of fairy bands and the whirr of +fairy machinery were the incessant voices of frogs. Especially if +it had rained or were going to rain, the little frogs in trees and +ponds sang their love songs in chorus, silenced, at times, by the +deep basso of a bull frog. And often, as our heads ached and +throbbed with fever at night, we felt a very lively sympathy for +the French noblesse of the eighteenth century, who are said to have +kept their peasants up at night beating the ponds with sticks to +still the strident voices of these frogs.</p> +<p>With it all there is a rustling overhead in the feathery +branches of the palms in the cobwebby spaces among the leaves that +give the bats of Africa a home. A twitter of angry bat voices, +shrill squeaks and flutters in the darkness. Then +stillness—of a sudden—and the ground trembles with a +far-off throbbing as a convoy of motor lorries approaching thunders +past us, rumbling over the bridge and out into the darkness, +driving for supplies.</p> +<p>The road beside the hospital was the old caravan route that ran +from the Congo through Central Africa and by the Great Lakes to +Bagamoyo by the sea. For centuries the Arab slaver had brought his +slave caravans along this path: it may have been fever or the +phantasies of disordered subconscious minds half awake in sleep, or +the empty night thrilling to the music of crickets, that filled our +minds with fancies in the darkness. But this road seemed alive +again. For this smooth surface that now trembles to the thunder of +motor lorries seemed to echo to the soft padding of millions of +slave feet limping to the coast to fill the harems or to work the +clove plantations of his most Oriental Majesty the Sultan of +Zanzibar.</p> +<hr> +<a name="RULE4_25"><!-- RULE4 25 --></a> +<h2>THE WATERS OF TURIANI</h2> +<p>Halfway between the Usambara and the Central Railway, the dusty +road to Morogoro crosses the Turiani River. In the woods beside the +river, the tired infantry are resting at the edge of a big rock +pool. Wisps of blue smoke from dying fires tell of the tea that has +washed beef and biscuit down dry and dusty throats. The last +company of bathers are drying in the sun upon the rocks, necks, +arms and knees burnt to a sepia brown, the rest of their bodies +alabaster white in the sunshine. It is three o'clock, and the +drowsy heat of afternoon has hushed the bird and insect world to +sleep. Only in the tree-tops is the sleepy hum of bees, still busy +with the flowers, and the last twitter of soft birds' voices. Soft +river laughter comes up from the rocky stream-bed below, and, +softened by the distance to a poignant sweetness, the sound of +church bells from Mhonda Mission floats up to us upon the west +wind.</p> +<p>Yesterday only saw the last of Lettow's army crossing the bridge +and echoed to the noise of the explosion that blew up the concrete +pillars and forced our pioneers to build a wooden substitute. Alas! +for the best-laid schemes of our General. The bird had escaped from +the closing net, and Lettow was free to make his retreat in safety +to the Southern Railway. Here at Turiani for a moment it seemed +that the campaign was over. Up from the big Mission at Mhonda, the +mounted troops swept out to cut off the German retreat. All +unsuspected, they had made then-big flank march to meet the eastern +flanking column, and cut the road behind the German force in a +pincer grip. But the blind bush robbed our troopers of their sense +of direction, and the long trek through waterless bush, the tsetse +fly and horse-sickness that took their daily toll of all our horses +reduced the speed of cavalry to little more than a walk. A mistake +in a bush-covered hill in a country that was all hill and bush, and +the elusive Lettow slipped out to run and hide and fight again on +many another day.</p> +<hr> +<a name="RULE4_26"><!-- RULE4 26 --></a> +<h2>SCOUTING</h2> +<p>Of the many aspects of this campaign none perhaps is more +thrilling than life on the forward patrol. For the duty of these +fellows is to go forward with armed native scouts far in advance of +the columns, to find out what the Germans are up to, their +strength, and the disposition of their troops. Their reports they +send back by native runners, who not infrequently get captured. +Like wolves in the forest they live, months often elapsing without +their seeing a white face, and then it is the kind of white man +that they do not want to see; every man's hand against them, native +as well as German, unable to light fires at night for fear of +discovery, sleeping on the ground, creeping up close, for in this +bush one can only get information at close quarters; always out of +food, forced to smoke pungent native tobacco. They have to live on +the game they shoot, and it is a hundred chances to one that the +shot that gives them dinner will bring a Hun patrol to disturb the +feast. Theirs is without doubt the riskiest job in such a war as +this.</p> +<p>Here is the story of a night surprise, as it was told me. The +long trek had lasted all day, to be followed by the fireless supper +(how one longs for the hot tea at night!), and the deep sleep that +comes to exhausted man as soon as he gets into his blankets. Drowsy +sentries failed to hear the rustling in the thicket until almost +too late; the alarm is given, pickets run in to wake their sleeping +"bwona," all mixed up with Germans. The intelligence party +scattered to all points of the compass, leaving their camp kit +behind them. There was no time to do aught but pick up their rifles +(that is second nature) and fly for safety to the bush. Now this +actual surprise party was led by one Laudr, an Oberleutnant who had +lived for years in South Africa, and had married an English wife. +Laudr had the reputation of being the best shot in German East, but +he missed that night, and my friend escaped, unharmed, the five +shots from his revolver. Next morning, cautiously approaching the +scene of last night's encounter, he found a note pinned to a tree. +In it Laudr thanked him for much good food and a pair of excellent +blankets, and regretted that the light had been so bad for +shooting. But he left a young goat tied up to the tree and my +friend's own knife and fork and plate upon the ground.</p> +<p>Another story this resourceful fellow told me concerning an +exploit which he and a fellow I.D. man, with twenty-five of their +scouts, had brought off near Arusha. They had been sent out to get +information as to the strength of an enemy post in a strongly +fortified stone building—the kind of half fort, half castle +that the Germans build in every district as an impregnable refuge +in case of native risings. With watch towers and battlements, these +forts are after the style of mediæval buildings. Equipped +with food supplies and a well, they can resist any attack short of +artillery. Learning from the natives that the force consisted of +two German officers and about sixty Askaris, my friend determined +not to send back for the column that was waiting to march from +Arusha to invest the place. Between them they resolved to take the +place by strategy and guile. Lying hid in the bush, they arranged +with friendly natives to supply the guard with "pombe" the potent +native drink. Late that night, judging from the sounds that the +Kaffir beer had done its work, they crept up and disarmed the +guard. Holding the outer gate they sent in word to the commandant, +a Major Schneider, the administrator of the district, to surrender. +He duly came from his quarters into the courtyard accompanied by +his Lieutenant. "Before I consider surrender," he said, "tell me +what force you've got?" "This fort is surrounded by my troops, that +is enough for you," said our man. "In any case you see my men +behind me, and, if you don't 'hands up,' they'll fire." And the +"troops"—half-clad natives—stepped forward with +levelled rifles.</p> +<p>The next morning the Major, still doubting, asked to see the +rest of the English troops, and on being informed that these were +all, would have rushed back to spring the mines that would have +blown the place to pieces. But the Intelligence Officer had not +wasted his time the previous night, and had very carefully cut the +wires that led apparently so innocently from the central office of +the fort. My friend brought this Major, a man of great importance +in his district, to Dar-es-Salaam; and during the whole journey the +German never ceased to complain that bluffing was a dishonourable +means of warfare to employ.</p> +<p>On yet another occasion he had an experience that taxed his tact +and strength to the utmost. In the course of his work he seized the +meat-canning factory near Arusha that a certain Frau +——, in the absence of her husband, was carrying on. The +enemy used to shoot wildebeest and preserve it by canning or by +drying it in the sun as "biltong" for the use of the German troops. +My friend was forced to burn the factory, and then it became his +duty to escort this very practical lady back to our lines. This did +not suit her book at all. With tears she implored him to send her +to her own people. She would promise anything. Cunningly she +suggested great stores of information she might impart. But he +cared not for her weeping, and ordered her to pack for the long +journey to Arusha. Then tears failing her she sulked, and refused +to eat or leave her tent. But this found him adamant. Finally she +tried the woman's wiles which should surely be irresistible to this +man. But he was unmoved by all her blandishments. So surprised and +indignant was he that he threatened to tell her husband of her +behaviour, when he should catch him. But here it appears he made a +false estimate of the value of honour and dishonour among the Huns. +"A loyal German woman," she exclaimed, laughing, "is allowed to use +any means to further the interests of her Fatherland. My husband +will only think more highly of me when he knows." So this modern +Galahad of ours turned away and ordered the lady's tent to be +struck and marched her off, taking care that he himself was far +removed from her presence in the caravan. "What fools you English +are," she flung back at him, as he handed her into the custody that +would safely hold this dangerous apostle of <i>Kultur</i> till the +end of the war.</p> +<hr> +<a name="RULE4_27"><!-- RULE4 27 --></a> +<h2>"HUNNISHNESS"</h2> +<p>Wearily along the road from Korogwe to Handeni toiled a little +company of details lately discharged from hospital and on their way +forward to Division. Behind them straggled out, for half a mile or +more, their line of black porters carrying blankets and waterproof +sheets. Arms and necks and knees burnt black by many weeks of +tropic sun, carrying rifle and cartridge belts and with their +helmets reversed to shade their eyes from the westering sun, this +little body of Rhodesians, Royal Fusiliers and South Africans +covered the road in the very loose formation these details of many +regiments affect. Far ahead was the advance guard of four +Rhodesians and Fusiliers. Nothing further from their thoughts than +war—for they were thirty miles behind Division—they +were suddenly galvanised into action by the sight of the advance +guard slipping into the roadside ditches and opening rapid rifle +fire at some object ahead.</p> +<p>For at a turn of the road the advance guard perceived a large +number of Askaris and several white men collected about one of our +telegraph posts, while, up the post, upon the cross trees, was a +white man, busily engaged with the wires. One glance was sufficient +to tell these wary soldiers that the white men were wearing khaki +uniforms of an unfamiliar cut and the mushroom helmet that the Hun +affects. So they took cover in the ditches and opened fire, +especially upon the German officer who was busily tapping our +telegraph wire. Down with a great bump on the ground dropped the +startled Hun, and the Askaris fled to the jungle leaving their chop +boxes lying on the road. From the safe shelter of the bush the +enemy reconnoitred their assailants, and taking courage from their +small numbers, proceeded to envelop them by a flank movement. But +the British officer in charge of the details behind, knew his job +and threw out two flanking parties when he got the message from the +advance guard. Our men outflanked the outflanking enemy, and soon +as pretty a little engagement as one could hope to see had +developed. Finding themselves partly surrounded by unsuspected +strength the Germans scattered in all directions, leaving a few +wounded and dead behind upon the field. There on his back, wounded +in the leg and spitting fire from his revolver, was lying the +German officer determined to sell his life dearly. His last shot +took effect in the head of one of the Fusiliers who were charging +the bush with the bayonet; up went his hands, "Kamerad, mercy!" and +our officer stepped forward to disarm this chivalrous prisoner. +Then they wired forward to our hospital, at that time ten miles +ahead, for an ambulance, and proceeded to bury their only casualty +and the dead Askaris.</p> +<p>Happening to be on duty, I hurried to the scene of this action +in one of our ambulances, along the worst road in Africa. There I +found the German officer, an Oberleutnant of the name of Zahn, +lying by the roadside gazing with frightened eyes out of huge +yellow spectacles. We dressed his wound and gave him an injection +of morphia, a cigarette, and a good drink of brandy, and left him +in the shade of a baobab tree to recover from his fears. Then I +turned toward the dividing of the contents of captured chop boxes +that was being carried out under the direction of the officer in +charge. On occasions such as these, the men were rewarded with the +only really square meal they had often had for days; for the Hun is +a past master in the art of doing himself well, and his chopboxes +are always full of new bread, chocolate, sardines and many little +delicacies. I stepped forward to claim the two Red Cross boxes that +had obviously been the property of the German doctor, and with some +difficulty—for no soldier likes to be robbed of his +spoil—I managed to establish the right of the hospital to +them. In the boxes were not only a fine selection of drugs and +surgical dressings and a bottle of brandy, but also the doctor's +ammunition. And such ammunition too. Huge black-powder cartridges +with large leaden bullets; they would only fit an elephant gun; and +yet this was the kind of weapon this doctor found necessary to +bring to protect himself against British soldiers. Had that doctor +been caught with his rifle he would have deserved to be shot on the +spot. Nor were our men in the best of moods; for they had seen the +dead Fusilier, and were furious at the wounds these huge lead slugs +create.</p> +<p>The orderlies then lifted the German officer tenderly into the +ambulance; and the prisoner, now feeling full of the courage that +morphia and brandy give, beckoned to me. "Meine Uhr in meiner +Tasche," he said, pointing to his torn trouser. "Well, what about +it?" I asked. Again he mentioned his watch in his pocket, and +looked at his torn trouser. "Do you suggest," I said sternly, "that +a British soldier has taken your beastly watch." "No, no, not for +worlds," he exclaimed; "I merely wish to mention the fact that when +I went into action I had had a large gold watch and a large gold +chain, and much gold coin in my pocket. And now," he said, "behold! +I have no watch or chain." "What," I said again, "do you suggest +that these soldiers are thieves?" "No! Not at all; but when I was +wounded the soldiers, running up in their anxiety to help me and +dress my wound" (as a matter of fact they had run up to bayonet +him, had not the officer intervened, for this swine had forfeited +his right to mercy by emptying his revolver first and then +surrendering) "inadvertently cut away my pocket in slitting up my +trouser leg." "Then your watch," I continued coldly, "is still +lying on the field, or, if a soldier should discover it, he will +deliver it to General Headquarters, from whence it will be sent to +you." Sure enough that evening the sergeant-major in charge of the +rearguard came in with the missing watch and chain.</p> +<p>Later, we learned, from diaries captured on German prisoners, +what manner of brute this Zahn was.</p> +<hr> +<a name="RULE4_28"><!-- RULE4 28 --></a> +<h2>FROM MINDEN TO MOROGODO</h2> +<p>Judge of my surprise when, one morning in hospital at Morogoro, +a fellow walked in to see me whose face reminded me of times, two +years back, when I was in the Prisoners of War Camp at Minden in +Westphalia. He showed a fatter and more wholesome face certainly, +he was clean and well dressed, but still, unmistakably it was the +man to whom I used to take an occasional book or chocolate when he +lay behind the wire of the inner prison there. "It can't be you?" I +said illogically. But it was.</p> +<p>But what a change these two years had wrought! Now an officer in +the Royal Flying Corps, the ribbon of the Military Cross bearing +witness to many a risky reconnaissance over the Rufigi Valley; but +then a dirty mechanic in the French Aviation Corps and a prisoner. +But in December, 1914, there were no fat or clean English soldiers +in German prisons.</p> +<p>And, as I looked, my mind went back to a wet morning when, the +German sentry's back being turned, a French soldier, working on the +camp road, dug his way near to the door of my hut and, still +digging, told me that there was an Englishman in the French camp, +who wanted particularly to see me. So that afternoon I walked +boldly into the French camp as if I had important business there, +and found my way to the further hut. There lying on a straw +mattress, incredibly lousy and sandwiched between a Turco from +Morocco and a Senegalese negro soldier, I found a white man, who +jumped up to see me and was extraordinarily glad to find that his +message had borne fruit. Clad in the tattered but still +unmistakable uniform of a French artilleryman, three months' beard +upon his face, with white wax-like cheeks, blue nose and a +dreadfully hunted expression, stood this six emaciated feet of +England. Drawing me aside to a sheltered corner he told me his +story; how, despairing of a job in our Flying Corps at the +commencement of the war, he had joined the French Aviation Corps as +a mechanic, and how he had been taken prisoner early in September, +1914, when the engine of his aeroplane failed and he descended to +earth in the middle of a marching column of the enemy. Of the early +months of captivity from September to December in Minden he told me +many things. He and all the others lived in an open field exposed +to all the Westphalian winter weather, with no blankets, nothing +but what he now wore. They lived in holes in a wet clay field like +rats and—like rats they fought for the offal and pigwash on +which the German jailors fed them twice a day. Now he had been +moved into a long hut, open on the inner side that looked to the +enclosed central square of the lager, but well enclosed outside by +a triple barbed wire fence.</p> +<p>"Why do they put you in with coloured men?" I asked, as I looked +at his bedfellows.</p> +<p>"Oh, that's because I'm an Englishman, you know," he said. "When +I came here the commandant, finding who I was, was pleased to be +facetious. 'Brothers in arms, glorious,' he chuckled, as he ordered +my particular abode here. 'You, of course, don't object to sleep +with a comrade,' he said, with heavy German humour. And I wanted to +tell him, had I only dared, that I'd rather sleep with a nigger +from Senegal than with him."</p> +<p>"How about the lice?" I said, for it was not possible to avoid +seeing them on the thin piece of flannelette that was his +blanket.</p> +<p>"Oh, I'm used to them now. Time was when I hunted my clothes all +day long, but now—nothing matters; in fact, I rather think +they keep me warm."</p> +<p>So I was quick and glad to help in the little way I could. Not +that there was much that I could do. But I at least had one good +meal a day and two of German prison food, but he had only three +bowls of prisoner's stew and soup. Lest you might think that I +exaggerate, I will tell you exactly what he had, and you may judge +what manner of diet it was for a big Englishman. Five ounces of +black bread a day, part of barley and part of potato, the rest of +rye and wheat; for breakfast, a pint of lukewarm artificial coffee +made of acorns burnt with maize, no sugar; sauerkraut and cabbage +in hot water twice a day, occasionally some boiled barley or rice +or oatmeal, and now and then—almost by a miracle, so rare +were the occasions—a small bit of horseflesh in the soup. +Could one wonder at the wolfish look upon his face, the dreary +hopelessness of his expression? And on this diet he had fatigues to +do; but on those days of hard toil there was also a little extra +bread and an inch of German sausage.</p> +<p>But I could get some things from the canteen by bribing the +German orderly who brought our midday food, and I had some books. +So the sun shone, for a time, on Minden.</p> +<p>Nor was this fellow alone in these unhappy surroundings. There +with him were English civilian prisoners, clerks and +school-teachers, technical and engineering instructors, who once +taught in German schools and worked at Essen or in the shipyards. +These wretched civilians, until they were removed to Ruhleben, were +not in much better case; but they might, at least, sleep together +on indescribable straw palliasses. Then they were together; there +was comfort in that at least.</p> +<p>By a strange turn of Fortune's wheel this very camp was placed +upon the site of the battlefield of Minden, when, as our guards +would tell us, an undegenerate England fought with the great +Frederick against the French.</p> +<p>Moved to another camp this fellow had escaped by crawling under +the barbed wire on a dirty wet night in winter when the sentry had +turned his well-clothed back against the northern gale.</p> +<hr> +<a name="RULE4_29"><!-- RULE4 29 --></a> +<h2>A MORAL DISASTER</h2> +<p>All the Army is looking for the gunnery lieutenant, H.M.S. +——. Time indeed may soften the remembrance of the evil +he has done us, and in the dim future, when we get to +Dar-es-Salaam, we may even relent sufficiently to drink with him; +but now, just halfway along the dusty road from Handeni to +Morogoro, we feel that there's no torture yet devised that would be +a fitting punishment.</p> +<p>Strange how frail a thing is human happiness, that the small +matter of a misdirected 12-inch shell should blight the lives of a +whole army and tinge our thirsty souls with melancholy. For this +clumsy projectile that left the muzzle of the gun with the +intention of wrecking the railway station in Dar-es-Salaam became, +by evil chance, deflected in its path and struck the brewery +instead. Not the office or the non-essential part of the building, +but the very heart, the mainspring of the whole, the precious vats +and machinery for making beer. And there will be no more "lager" in +German East Africa until the war is over.</p> +<p>All the long hot march from Kilimanjaro down the Pangani River +and along the dusty, thirsty plains we had all been sustained by +the thought that one day we would strike the Central Railway and, +finding some sufficient pretext to snatch some leave, would swiftly +board a train for Dar-es-Salaam and drink from the Fountain of East +Africa. The one bright hope that upheld us, the one beautiful dream +that dragged weary footsteps southward over that waterless, thorny +desert was the occupation of the brewery. We had heard its fame all +over the country, we had met a few of its precious bottles full at +the Coast, had found some empty—in the many German +plantations we had searched.</p> +<p>Now "Ichabod" is written large upon our resting-places, the joy +of life departed, the sparkle gone from bright eyes that longed for +victory, and, as King's Regulations have it, alarm and +consternation have spread through all ranks. Even the accompanying +news of the tears of the Hun population in Dar-es-Salaam at this +wanton destruction, failed to comfort us.</p> +<p>The Navy were very nice about it. They were just as sorry as we, +they said. The gunner had been put under observation as a criminal +lunatic, we understood. But they had just come from Zanzibar, and +every one knows that all good things are to be found in that isle +of clover. All the excuses in the world won't give us back our +promised beer again.</p> +<hr> +<a name="RULE4_30"><!-- RULE4 30 --></a> +<h2>THE ANGEL OF MOROGORO</h2> +<p>Standing on the river bridge that crossed the main road into +Morogoro was a slender figure in the white uniform of a nursing +sister. In one hand a tiny Union Jack, in the other a white +flag.</p> +<p>"Don't shoot," she cried, "I'm an Englishwoman;" and the bearded +South African troopers, who were reconnoitring the approaches to +their town, stopped and smiled down upon her. "Take this letter to +General Smuts, please; it is from the German General von Lettow;" +and handing it to one of them, she shook hands with the other and +told him how she had been waiting for two years for him to come and +release her from her prison. For this nursing sister had been +behind prison bars for two years in German East Africa, and you may +imagine how she had longed for the day when the English would come +and set her free.</p> +<p>This was Sister Mabel, the only nursing sister we had in +Morogoro for the first four months of our occupation. Her memory +lives in the hearts of hundreds of our wretched soldiers, who were +brought with malaria or dysentery to the shelter of our hospital. +In spite of the fact that she was one of the trained English +nursing sisters of the English Universities Mission in German East +Africa, she was imprisoned with the rest of the Allied civil +population of that German colony from the commencement of war until +the time that Smuts had come to break the prison bars and let the +wretched captives free. She had had her share of insult, indignity, +shame and ill-treatment at the hands of her savage gaolers. But in +that slender body lived a very gallant soul, and that gave her +spirit to dare and courage to endure. So when we occupied Morogoro +and Lettow fled with his troops to the mountains, this very +splendid sister gave up her chance of leave well-earned to come to +nurse for us in our hospital. The Germans had failed to break the +spirits of these civilian prisoners, and they had full knowledge of +the army that was slowly moving south from Kilimanjaro to redress +the balance of unsuccessful military enterprise in the past. One +can imagine the state of mind of these wretched people when the +news of our ill-fated attack on Tanga in 1914 arrived; when they +heard of our Indian troops being made prisoners at Jassin, and saw +from the cock-a-hoop attitude of the Hun that all was well for +German arms in East Africa. Then when Nemesis was approaching, the +German commandant came to their prison to make amends for past +wrongs. "I am desolated to think," he unctuously explained, "that +you ladies have had so little comfort in this camp in the past, and +I have come to make things easier for you now. The English +Government," he continued with an ingratiating smile, "have now +begun to treat our prisoners in England better, and I hasten to +return good to you for the evils that our women have suffered at +the hands of your Government. Is there anything I can do for you? +Would you like native servants? Would you care to go for walks?" +But these brave women answered that they had done without servants +and walks for two years now, and they could endure a little longer. +"What do you mean," he exclaimed in anger, "by a little longer?" +But they answered nothing, and he knew the news of our advance had +come to them within their prison cage. "Would you care to nurse our +wounded soldiers?" he said more softly. Sister Mabel said she +would. So now for the first time she is given a native servant, +carried in state down the mountain-side in a hammock, and installed +in the German hospital in Morogoro. There, in virtue of the +excellence of her work and knowledge, she was given charge of badly +wounded German officers, and received with acid smiles of welcome +from the German sisters.</p> +<p>To her, at the evacuation of the town, had Lettow come, and, +giving her a letter to General Smuts, had asked her to put in a +good word for the German woman and children he was leaving behind +him to our tender mercies. "There is no need of letters to ask for +protection for German women," she told him; "you know how well +they've been treated in Wilhemstal and Mombo." But he insisted, and +she consented, and so the bearded troopers found this English +emissary of Lettow's waiting for them upon the river bridge.</p> +<p>Back came General Smuts's answer, "Tell the women of Morogoro +that, if they stay in their houses, they have nothing to fear from +British troops, nor will one house be entered, if only they stay +indoors." And the Army was as good as the word of their Chief; for +no occupied house, not one German chicken, not a cabbage was taken +from any German house or garden.</p> +<p>And now the despised and rejected English Sister had become the +"Oberschwester," and her German fellow nursing sisters had to take +their orders from her. But she exercised a difficult authority very +kindly and adopted a very cool and distant attitude toward them. +But there was one thing she never did again: she never spoke German +any more, but gave all her orders and held all dealings with the +enemy in Swahili, the native language, or in English. In this she +was adamant.</p> +<p>Now, indeed, had the great work of her life begun; for into +those four months she crammed the devotion of a lifetime. Always +full to overcrowding, never less than 600 patients where we had +only the equipment for 200, the whole hospital looked to her for +the nursing that is so essential in modern medicine and surgery. +For nurses are now an absolute necessity for medical and surgical +work of modern times, and we could get no other sisters. The +railway was broken, the bridges down, and where could we look for +help or hospital comforts or medical necessities? We had pushed on +faster than our supplies, and with the equipment of a Casualty +Clearing Station we had to do the work of a Stationary Hospital. No +beds save those we took over from the German Hospital, no sheets +nor linen. Can one wonder that she was everywhere and anywhere at +all homes and in all places? Six o'clock in the morning found her +in the wards; she alone of all of us could find no time to rest in +the afternoon; a step upon the verandah where she slept beside the +bad pneumonias and black-water fever cases found her always up and +ready to help. Nor was her job finished in the nursing; she was our +housekeeper too. For she alone could run the German woman cook, +could speak Swahili, and keep order among the native boys, buy eggs +and fruit and chickens from the natives, so that our sick might not +want for the essentially fresh foods. Then at last the railway +opened up a big Stationary Hospital, our Casualty Clearing Station +moved further to the bush, and Sister Mabel's work was done. But +there was no elegant leisure for her when she arrived at the Coast +to take the leave she long had earned in England. An Australian +transport had some cases of cerebro-spinal meningitis aboard, and +wanted Sisters, and, as if she had not already had enough to do, +took her with them through the sunny South Atlantic seas to the +home that had not seen her since she left for Tropical Africa five +weary years before.</p> +<hr> +<a name="RULE4_31"><!-- RULE4 31 --></a> +<h2>THE WILL TO DESTROY</h2> +<p>The journey from Morogoro to Dar-es-Salaam is a most interesting +experience, a perfect object lesson in the kind of futile railway +destruction that defeats its own ends. For Lettow and his advisers +said that our long wait at M'syeh had ruined our chances. Complete +destruction of the railway and of all the rolling stock would hold +us up for the valuable two months until the rains were due. Our +means of supply all that time would be, perforce, the long road +haul by motor lorry, by mule or ox or donkey transport, two hundred +miles, from the Northern Railway. Lettow bet on the rains and the +completeness of the railway destruction he would cause; but he +bargained without his visitors. Little did he know the resource and +capacity of our Indian sappers and miners, our Engineer and Pioneer +battalions.</p> +<p>They threw themselves on broken culverts and wrecked bridges; +with only hand tools, so short of equipment were they, they drove +piles and built up girders on heaps of sleepers and made the +bridges safe again. Saving every scrap of chain, every abandoned +German tool, making shift here, extemporising there, bending steel +rails on hand forges, utilising the scrap heaps the enemy had left, +they finally won and brought the first truck through, in triumph, +in six weeks. But the first carriage was no Pullman car. It +exemplified the resource of our men and illustrated the idea that +proved Lettow wrong. For we adapted the engines of Ford and Bico +motor cars and motor lorries to the bogie wheels of German trucks +and sent a little fleet of motor cars along the railway. Light and +very speedy, these little trains sped along, each dragging its +thirty tons of food and supplies for the army then 120 miles from +Dar-es-Salaam.</p> +<p>This adaptation of the internal combustion engine to fixed rails +may not be new, but it was unexpected by Lettow. And the German +engineers left it a little too late; they panicked at the last and +destroyed wholesale, but without intelligence. True, they put an +explosive charge into the cylinders of all their big engines and +left us to get new cylinders cast in Scotland. They blew out the +grease boxes of the trucks; but their performance, on the whole, +was amateurish. For they blew up, with dynamite, the masonry of +many bridges and contented themselves that the girders lay in the +river below. But this was child's play to our Sappers and Miners. +With hand jacks they lifted the girders and piled up sleepers, one +by one beneath, until the girder was lifted to rail level again. +Now any engineer can tell you that the only way to destroy a bridge +is to cut the girder. This would send us humming over the cables to +Glasgow to get it replaced. It was what they did do on the most +important bridge over Ruwu River, but in their anxiety to do the +thing properly there—and they reckoned four months' hard work +would find us with a new bridge still unfinished—they forgot +the old deviation, an old spur that ran round the big span that +crossed the river and lay buried in the jungle growth. In ten days +we had opened up this old deviation, laid new rails, and had the +line re-opened. When I passed down the line we took the long way +round by this long-abandoned track and left the useless bridge upon +our right. Much method but little intelligence was shown in the +destruction of the railway lines; for they often failed to remove +the points, contenting themselves with removing the rails and +hiding them in the jungle.</p> +<p>The German engineers must have wept at the orgy of devastation +that followed: blind fury alone seemed to animate this scene of +blind destruction. At N'geri N'geri and Ruwu they first broke the +middle one of the three big spans and ran the rolling stock, +engines, sleeping cars, a beautiful ambulance train, trucks and +carriages, pell mell into the river-bed below. But the wreckage +piled up in a heap 60 feet high and soon was level with the bridge +again. So they broke the other spans and ran most of the rest of +the rolling stock through the gaps. When these, too, had piled up, +they finally ran the remainder of the rolling stock down the +embankments and into the jungle. Then they set fire to the three +huge heaps of wreckage, and the glare lit the heavens for nearly a +hundred miles. But the almost uninjured railway trucks that had run +their little race, down embankments into the bush, were saved to +run again.</p> +<p>Into Morogoro station steamed the trains with the German +lettering and freight and tare directions, carefully undisturbed, +printed on their sides. To us it seemed that the destruction of an +ambulance train that had in the past relied upon the Red Cross and +our forbearance, was cutting it rather fine and putting a new +interpretation upon the Geneva Convention. The Germans, however, +argue that the English are such swine they would have used it to +carry supplies as well as sick and wounded.</p> +<p>And what a magnificent railway it was, and what splendid rolling +stock they had! Steel sleepers, big heavy rails, low gradients, +excellent cuts and bridge work; cuttings through rock smoothed as +if by sandpaper and crevices filled with concrete. Fine concrete +gutters along the curves, such ballasting as one sees on the +North-Western Railway. Nothing cheap or flimsy about the culverts. +Railway stations built regardless of cost and the possibility of +traffic; stone houses and waiting-rooms roofed with soft red tiles +that are in such contrast to the red-washed corrugated iron roofing +one sees in British East Africa. Expensive weighbridges where it +seemed there was nothing but a few natives with an occasional load +of mangoes and bananas. Here was an indifference to mere dividends; +at every point evidence abounded of a lavish display of public +money through a generous Colonial Office. For in the Wilhelmstrasse +this colony was ever the apple of their eye, and money was always +ready for East African enterprises.</p> +<p>Yet the planters complain, just as planters do all over the +world, of the indifference of Governments and the parsimony of +executive officials. A Greek rubber planter told me, from the +standpoint of an intelligent and benevolent neutrality (and who so +likely to know the meaning of benevolence in neutral obligations as +a Greek?), that the Government charged huge freights on this line, +killed young enterprise by excessive charges, gave no rebates even +to German planters, and in other ways seemed indifferent to the +fortunes of the sisal and rubber planters. True they built the +railway; but what use to a planter to build a line and rob him of +his profits in the freight? This gentleman of ancient Sparta +frankly liked the Germans and found them just; and he was in +complete agreement with the native policy that made every black +brother do his job of work, the whole year round, at a rate of pay +that fully satisfied this Greek employer's views on the minimum +wage.</p> +<hr> +<a name="RULE4_32"><!-- RULE4 32 --></a> +<h2>DAR-ES-SALAAM</h2> +<center>(The Haven of Peace)</center> +<p>This town is indeed a Haven of Peace for our weary soldiers. The +only rest in a really civilised place that they have had after many +hundreds of miles of road and forest and trackless thirsty bush. In +the cool wards of the big South African Hospital many of them enjoy +the only rest that they have known for months. Fever-stricken +wrecks are they of the men that marched so eagerly to Kilimanjaro +nine weary months before. Months of heat and thirst and tiredness, +of malaria that left them burning under trees by the roadside till +the questing ambulance could find them, of dysentery that robbed +their nights of sleep, of dust and flies and savage bush fighting. +And now they lie between cool sheets and watch the sisters as they +flit among the shadows of cool, shaded wards. Only a short three +months before and this was the "Kaiserhof," the first hotel on the +East Coast of Africa, as the German manager, with loud +boastfulness, proclaimed.</p> +<p>There had been a time when we doctors, then at Nairobi and +living in comfortable mosquito-proof houses, had blamed the men for +drinking unboiled water and for discarding their mosquito nets. But +even doctors sometimes live and learn, and those of us who went +right forward with the troops came to know how impracticable it was +to carry out the Army Order that bade a man drink only boiled water +and sleep beneath a net. Late in the night the infantryman staggers +to the camp that lies among thorn bushes, hungry and tired and full +of fever. How then could one expect him to put up a mosquito net in +the pitch-black darkness in a country where every tree has got a +thorn? Long ago the army's mosquito nets have adorned the prickly +bushes of the waterless deserts. "Tuck your mosquito net well in at +night," so runs the Army Order. But what does it profit him to tuck +in the net when dysentery drags him from his blanket every hour at +night?</p> +<p>From the verandah of the hospital the soldier sees the hospital +ship all lighted up at night with red and green lights, the ship +that's going to take him out of this infernal climate to where the +mosquitoes are uninfected and tsetse flies bite no more. And there +are no regrets that the rainy season is commencing, and this is no +longer a campaign for the white soldier. On the sunlit slopes of +Wynberg he will contemplate the white sands of Muizenberg and +recover the strength that he will want again, in four months' time, +in the swamps of the Rufigi. Now the time has come for the black +troops to see through the rest of the rainy season, to sit upon the +highlands and watch, across miles of intervening swamp, the tiny +points of fire that are the camp fires of German Askaris.</p> +<p>Through the shady streets of this lovely town wander our soldier +invalids in their blue and grey hospital uniforms, along the +well-paved roads, neat boulevards, immaculate gardens and avenues +of mangoes and feathery palm trees. Along the sea front at night in +front of the big German hospital that now houses our surgical +cases, you will find these invalids walking past the cemetery where +the "good Huns" sleep, sitting on the beach, enjoying the cool sea +breeze that sweeps into the town on the North-East Monsoon.</p> +<p>Imagine the loveliest little land-locked harbour in the world, a +white strip of coral and of sand, groves of feathery palms, +graceful shady mangoes, huge baobab trees that were here when Vasco +da Gama's soldiers trod these native paths; and among them fine +stone houses, soft red-tiled roofs, verandahs all screened with +mosquito gauze and excellently well laid out, and you have +Dar-es-Salaam.</p> +<p>Nothing is left of the old Arab village that was here for +centuries before the German planted this garden-city. Sloping coral +sands, where Arab dhows have beached themselves for ages past, are +now supporting the newest and most modern of tropical warehouses +and wharves, electric cranes, travelling cargo-carriers and a +well-planned railway goods yard that takes the freights of Hamburg +to the heart of Central Africa.</p> +<p>It must be pain and grief to the German men and women whom our +clemency allows to occupy their houses, throng the streets and read +the daily Reuter cablegram, to see this town, the apple of their +eye, defiled by the "dirty English" the hated "beefs," as they call +us from a mistaken idea of our fondness for that tinned +delicacy.</p> +<p>But the soldiers' daily swim in the harbour is undisturbed by +sharks, and the feel of the soft water is like satin to their +bodies. Not for these spare and slender figures the prickly heat +that torments fat and beery German bodies and makes sea-bathing +anathema to the Hun. On German yachts the lucky few of officers and +men are carried on soft breezes round the harbour and outside the +harbour mouth in the evening coolness.</p> +<p>Arab dhows sail lazily over the blue sea from Zanzibar. If one +could dream, one could picture the corsairs' red flag and the +picturesque Arab figure standing high in the stern beside the +tiller, and fancy would portray the freight of spices and cloves +that they should bring from the plantations of Pemba and Zanzibar. +But there are no dusky beauties now aboard these ships; and their +freight is rations and other hum-drum prosaic things for our +troops. The red pirate's flag has become the red ensign of our +merchant marine.</p> +<p>All the caravan routes from Central Africa debouch upon this +place and Bagamoyo. Bismarck looks out from the big avenue that +bears his name across the harbour to where the D.O.A.L. ship +<i>Tabora</i> lies on her side; further on he looks at the sunken +dry dock and a stranded German Imperial Yacht. It would seem as if +a little "blood and iron" had come home to roost; even as the sea +birds do upon his forehead. The grim mouth, that once told Thiers +that he would leave the women of France nothing but their eyes to +weep with, is mud-splashed by our passing motor lorries.</p> +<p>The more I see of this place the more I like it. Everything to +admire but the water supply, the sanitation, the Huns and Hunnesses +and a few other beastlinesses. One can admire even the statue of +Wissmann, the great explorer, that looks with fixed eyes to the +Congo in the eye of the setting sun. He is symbolical of everything +that a boastful Germany can pretend to. For at his feet is a native +Askari looking upward, with adoring eye, to the "Bwona Kuba" who +has given him the priceless boon of militarism, while with both +hands the soldier lays a flag—the imperial flag of +Germany—across a prostrate lion at his feet. "Putting it +acrost the British lion," as I heard one of our soldiers +remark.</p> +<p>"<i>Si monumentum requiris circumspice</i>" as the Latins say; +or, as Tommy would translate, "If you want to see a bit of +orl-right, look at what the Navy has done to this 'ere blinking +town." The Governor's palace, where is it? The bats now roost in +the roofless timbers that the 12-inch shells have left. What of the +three big German liners that fled to this harbour for protection +and painted their upper works green to harmonise with the tops of +the palm trees and thus to escape observation of our cruisers? Ask +the statue of Bismarck. He'll know, for he has been looking at them +for a year now. The <i>Tabora</i> lies on her side half submerged +in water; the <i>König</i> lies beached at the harbour mouth +in a vain attempt to block the narrow entrance and keep us out; the +<i>Feldmarschal</i> now on her way upon the high seas, to carry +valuable food for us and maybe to be torpedoed by her late owners. +The crowning insult, that this ship should have recently been towed +by the <i>ex-Professor Woermann</i>—another captured +prize.</p> +<p>What of the two dry docks that were to make Dar-es-Salaam the +only ship-repairing station on the East Coast? One lies sunk at the +harbour mouth, shortly, however, to be raised and utilised by us; +the other in the harbour, sunk too soon, an ineffectual +sacrifice.</p> +<p>Germans and their womenfolk crowd the streets; many of the +former quite young and obvious deserters, the latter, thick of body +and thicker of ankle, walk the town unmolested. Not one insult or +injury has ever been offered to a German woman in this whole +campaign. But these "victims of our bow and spear" are not a bit +pleased. The calm indifference that our men display towards them +leaves them hurt and chagrined. Better far to receive any kind of +attention than to be ignored by these indifferent soldiers. What a +tribute to their charms that the latest Hun fashion, latest in +Dar-es-Salaam, but latest by three years in Paris or London, should +provoke no glance of interest on Sunday mornings! One feels that +they long to pose as martyrs, and that our quixotic chivalry cuts +them to the quick.</p> +<p>There have been many bombardments of the forts of this town, and +huge dugouts for the whole population have been constructed. Great +underground towns, twenty feet below the surface, all roofed in +with steel railway sleepers. No wonder that many of the inhabitants +fled to Morogoro and Tabora. What a wicked thing of the Englander +to shell an "undefended" town! The search-lights and the huge gun +positions and the maze of trenches, barbed wire and machine-gun +emplacements hewn out of the living rock, of course, to the Teuton +mind, do not constitute defence.</p> +<p>But you must not think that we have had it all our own way in +this sea-warfare here. For in Zanzibar harbour the masts of H.M.S. +<i>Pegasus</i> peep above the water—a mute reminder of the +20th September, 1914. For on that fatal day, attested to by sixteen +graves in the cemetery, and more on an island near, a traitor +betrayed the fact that our ship was anchored and under repairs in +harbour and the rest of the fleet away. Up sailed the +<i>Königsberg</i> and opened fire; and soon our poor ship was +adrift and half destroyed. A gallant attempt to beach her was +foiled by the worst bit of bad luck—she slipped off the edge +of the bank into deep water. But even this incident was not without +its splendid side; for the little patrol tug originally captured +from the enemy, threw itself into the line of fire in a vain +attempt to gain time for the <i>Pegasus</i> to clear. But the +cruiser's sharp stern cut her to the water-line and sank her; and +as her commander swam away, the <i>Königsberg</i> passed, +hailed and threw a lifebuoy. "Can we give you a hand?" said the +very chivalrous commander of this German ship. "No; go to Hamburg," +said our hero, as he swam to shore to save himself to fight again, +on many a day, upon another ship.</p> +<br> +<br> +<div>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 10362 ***</div> +</body> +</html> |