A zebra tail was fashioned into a sheath for his skinning-knife, so that, little by little, he resolved himself back into a condition of savage splendor.

He usually did most of my skinning, and that being dirty work, I was disposed to be tolerant with the disgraceful condition of his khaki suit.
Finally we approached civilization once more, and I told Sulimani that he'd have to clean up, otherwise the girls wouldn't like him.

I gave him half a day off to wash his clothes, and he dutifully disappeared from society for that period.

When he once more turned up he was resplendent in his clean clothes.

As we marched along toward Nairobi he broke his long silence by bursting into song.