Meanwhile his carriers fell heartily to hungry men's rations of bully beef and millet-meal. The rains had been heavy those two or three days in that last week, as the rivers testified. Now the clouds were closing up again, and the carriers shook their heads. Their road was a lonely one. A kraal was some six miles ahead, the railhead inn was almost nine.
The matrons of the tribes, hags they looked, were preparing the true dejeuner, consisting of sangleh, a sort of gruel, made with millet-meal, boiled over a dull fire of camels' dung. The sangleh was to be eaten, by such of them as could afford it, mixed with goats' or camels' milk, unstrained and hairy, half curdled into a crab-like acidity, the moment it entered its stinking receptacle.