Dusty - he knew everything that went on in the district, and passed on to the DC as much as he thought he should know. As a trader he was quixotically generous, giving credit for months, for years, when foot-and-mouth disease or other disaster prevented the Samburu from selling their cattle. In the long run he had surprisingly few bad debts, at any rate among the tribesmen. John Ch. was lamentably addicted to practical jokes. Explosive cigarettes, pens that squirted water on the writer, stink-bombs and itching powder - he was well versed in them all.