Harold Bindloss,
An Unofficial Affair
(1893)
“ When the white man's eyes became accustomed to the darkness he made out a group of shadowy figures standing, rifle in hand, beside frail shelters of plaited palm boughs, half-hidden by the mist that rose like steam from the soaking earth. A swarm of naked carriers floundered aimlessly about the camp, and presently a big black sergeant, with the blood of the northern Moslem in his veins, strode forward, and raised a dripping hand in salute. ”
