We hoisted1 it to the top of a tree at sun-up, where it remained, languidly flapping its tatters over leagues of Central Africa bush till sunset, when we hauled it down again—an arduous2 life. After we had been at M'Vini about six months, had shot everything worth shooting, and knew one another's funny stories off by heart, Frobisher and I grew bored with each other, hated in fact the sight, sound and mere4 propinquity of each other, and, shutting ourselves up in our separate huts, communicated only on occasions of the direst necessity, and then by the curtest of official notes. Thus a further three months dragged on.
Then one red-hot afternoon came Frobisher's boy to my wattle-and-dab, bearing a note.
"Visitor approaching from S.W. got up like a May Queen; think it must be the Kaiser. Lend me a bottle of whisky, and mount a guard—must impress the blighter."
I attached my last bottle of Scotch5 to the messenger and sallied forth6 to mount a guard, none too easy a job, as the Army had gone to celebrate somebody's birthday in the neighbouring village. However, I discovered one remaining trooper lying in the shade of a loquat-tree. He was sick—dying, he assured me; but I persuaded him to postpone7 his demise8 for at least half an hour, requisitioned his physician (the local witch doctor) and two camp followers9, and, leaving my cook-boy to valet them, dashed to my hut to make my own toilet. A glimpse through the cane10 mats five minutes later showed me that our visitors had arrived.
A fruity German officer in full gala rig (white gloves and all) was cruising about on mule11-back before our camp, trying to discover whether it was inhabited or not. We let him cruise for a quarter of an hour without taking any steps to enlighten him. Then, at a given signal, Frobisher, caparisoned in every fal-lal he could collect, issued from his hut, and I turned out the improvised12 guard. A stirring spectacle; and it had the desired effect, for the German afterwards admitted to being deeply impressed, especially by the local wizard, who paraded in his professional regalia, and, coming to cross-purposes with his rifle, bayoneted himself and wept bitterly. The ceremonies over and the casualty removed, we adjourned13 to Frobisher's kya, broached14 the whisky and sat about in solemn state, stiff with accoutrements, sodden15 with perspiration16. Our visitor kept the Red, White and Black flying on a tree over the border, he explained; this was his annual ceremonial call. He sighed and brushed the sweat from his nose with the tips of a white glove—"the weather was warm, nicht wahr?" I admitted that we dabbled17 in flag-flying ourselves and that the weather was all he claimed for it (which effort cost me about four pounds in weight). Tongues lolling, flanks heaving, we discussed the hut tax, the melon crop, the monkey-nut market, the nigger—and the weather again.
Suddenly Frobisher sprang up, cast loose the shackles18 of his Sam Browne, hurled19 it into a corner, and began tearing at his tunic20 hooks. I stared at him in amazement—such manners before visitors! But our immaculate guest leapt to his feet with a roar like a freed lion, and, stripping his white gloves, flung them after the Sam Browne, whereupon a fury of undressing came upon us. Helmets, belts, tunics21, shirts were piled into the corner, until at length we stood in our underclothes, laughing and unashamed. After that we got on famously, that Teuton and we, and three days later, when he swarmed22 aboard his mule and left for home (in pyjamas23 this time) it was with real regret we waved him farewell.
But not for long. Within a month we were surprised by a hail from the bush, and there was Otto, mule, pyjamas and all.
"'Ullo, 'ullo, 'ullo!" he carolled. "'Ere gomes ze Sherman invasion! Burn out ze guard!" He roared with laughter, fell off his palfrey and bawled24 for his batman, who ambled25 up, balancing a square box on his woolly pate26.
His mother in Munich had sent him a case of Lion Brew27, Otto explained, so he had brought it along.
We wassailed deep into that night and out the other side, and we liked our Otto more than ever. We had plenty in common, the same loneliness, fevers, climate, and niggers to wrestle28 with; moreover he had been in England, and liked it; he smoked a pipe; he washed. Also, as he privily29 confided30 to us in the young hours of one morning, he had his doubts as to the divinity of the Kaiser, and was not quite convinced that Richard Strauss had composed the music of the spheres.
He was a bad Hun (which probably accounted for his presence at the uttermost, hottermost edge of the All-Highest's dominions), but a good fellow. Anyhow, we liked him, Frobisher and I; liked his bull-mouthed laughter, his drinking songs and full-blooded anecdotes31, and, on the occasions of his frequent visits, put our boredom32 from us, pretended to be on the most affectionate terms, and even laughed uproariously at each other's funny stories. Up at M'Vini, in the long long ago, the gleam of pyjamas amongst the loquats, and "'Ere gomes ze Sherman invasion!" booming through the bush, became a signal for general goodwill33.
In the fullness of time Otto went home on leave, and, shortly afterwards, the world blew up.
And now I have met him again, a sodden, muddy, bloody34, shrunken, saddened Otto, limping through a snow-storm in the custody35 of a Canadian corporal. He was the survivor36 of a rear-guard, the Canuck explained, and had "scrapped37 like a bag of wild-cats" until knocked out by a rifle butt38. As for Otto himself, he hadn't much to say; he looked old, cold, sick and infinitely39 disgusted. He had always been a poor Hun.
Only once did he show a gleam of his ancient form of those old hot, happy, pyjama days on the Equator.
A rabble40 of prisoners—J?gers, Grenadiers, Uhlans, whatnots—came trudging41 down the road, an unshorn, dishevelled herd42 of cut-throats, propelled by a brace43 of diminutive44 kilties, who paused occasionally to treat them to snatches of flings and to hoot3 triumphantly45.
Otto regarded his fallen compatriots with disgusted lack-lustre eyes, then turning to me with a ghost of his old smile, "'Ere gomes ze Sherman invasion," said he.
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