PORT SUDAN
Looking at all this crowd, I felt a
little disappointed at seeing only one Scout. But
directly I landed there was sudden roar, and out from
their ambush behind the trucks on the railway rushed
a horde of wildly yelling Sudanese Scouts. They ran
into a horseshoe formation, and were suddenly silent,
at the alert. A fine cheery-looking lot, smartly
dressed (with turbans instead of hats), and eidently
well disciplined…."
These Sudanese are very plucky
fellows, and though in the very old days they proved
pretty tough enemies against us, they have since
showed themselves very brave and faithful as soldiers
in our service.
I found that in addition to the Scouts
belonging to Posrt Sudan there was also one Scout
from every Troop in the country. Some of these boys
had come a thousand miles to meet me. Most of them
had never seen the sea or big ships and many had
never seen other Scouts before. So it was a great day
for them, and greater still when they learned that it
was the wedding-day of his Royal Highness the Duke of
Gloucester.
THE RALLY
We had a further Rally in the evening,
round the camp-fire. It was a ripping good show. The
Scouts sang songs and did ward dances. One in
particular fetched the crowd, where a Patrol of eight
danced in single file round the fire, the Patrol
Leader being dressed in a robe and playing a drum,
and each boy dancing most ridiculous steps of his
own.
Then they formed up in two lines
facing each other and kept up the singing while each
one in turn stepped out into the middle and danced a
few fantastic steps; after which they danced off
again in single file. It would be quite an easy and
effective show for any Patrol to perfonn, provided
that every fellow played the ass thoroughly well all
the time. Then they did some awfully good tumbling,
one boy playing the clown and imitating each stunt
grotesquely.
From Baden-Powell, African
Adventures, 1937