He had the Somali's love of a rupee, and there was no danger or hardship that he would not undergo in the hope of backsheesh.

It is the African custom to backsheesh everybody when a lion is killed, so consequently the Somalis were always looking for lions.

Perhaps he also prayed for them each morning.
When we started we had four Somali gunbearers, each of whom rose at dawn to pray.

As we got up in the high altitudes, where the mornings were bitter cold, the number of suppliants dwindled down to one, and Hassan was the sole survivor.

No cold or rain or early rising could cool the fierce religious ardor that burned within him.
Long before daybreak we would hear his voice raised in a singsong prayer full of strange runs and weird minors.