Talbot Mundy, The Ivory Trail — Chapter 13 (1919)
“ There was the risk that one of our porters might grow restless and break bounds if we waited, or that the Baganda might take to yelling. We gagged him as soon as I talked of the danger of that.Coutlass and Brown, however, were the only two who would agree with me. Like me, they were weary to death of mtama porridge, with or without milk, and the sight of Schillingschen’s distant campfire with a great pot resting on stones in the midst of it whetted appetite for white man’s food. They and I were for supping as soon as possible from the German’s provender, and sleeping under his canvas roof. ”
