ABSTRACT
Already the road beyond the high hedge 1S growing noisy with the voices of passers-by, while, through its interstices come flashes of the bright colors the natives love to wear; for everyone is hurrying to the review of the troops which the commissioner is to hold soon. The troops are made up of a few Sikhs from India and the King's African Rifles, native soldiers under English officers, and a fine, sturdy, efficient body of men they are in their khaki uniforms. In the early days of British rule in this country the predecessors of these native troops twice revolted, once in I893, when in one or two cases they not only killed, but also ate, their officers; again in I896, troops brought down from more northern territories mutinied
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because of what they claimed (and not without justice) was a broken contract. Both were bloody insurrections bravely suppressed by a handful of English. And now they say that King Edward has no more faithful fighters than these erstwhile savages.
