Jumma had the happy faculty of never looking rumpled, a trick which I tried hard to learn, but all in vain.
He was as black as ebony, yet his features were like those of a Caucasian; in fact, he strikingly resembled an old Chicago friend.
[Photograph: Sulimani--Second Gunbearer] [Photograph: The Mess Tent] [Photograph: Where the Equator Crosses the Molo] Among our porters there were many types of features, and in a curious way many of them resembled people we had known at home.

One porter had the eyes and expression of a young north-side girl; another had the walk and features of a prominent young Chicago man; and so on.
Saa Sitaa was one of our brightest porters.

His name means "Six O'clock" in Swahili, six o'clock in the native reckoning being our noon and our midnight.

Just why he was given this significant name I never discovered.

Perhaps he was born at that hour.