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 Amusements were rather lacking. There was no golf, and no riding, and
tennis only very occasionally. There is no mention of sailing, though the opport-
unity was not lacking. Sanders, as I have already said, was a keen fisherman,
and the others occasionally followed his example. Hamilton and Bones some-
times took local leave for shooting, and the former was also fond of walking.
Sanders devoted much time to the Residency Gardens and Hamilton kept chickens.
 VII. Bones.
 The monotony of existence was relieved by the character of Bones.
 With a man such as that at the Residency, life could never be dull. His
sayings and doings afforded a perpetual source of entertainment, and often to
Hamilton, though seldom to Sanders, of exasperation.
 Lieut. Francis Augustus Tibbetts was a native of Surrey, as is evidenced
by his frequent contributions, in defiance of Colonial Regulations, to such papers
as the Guildford Chronicle and the Hindhead Observer. He had been educated at
Clifton (Modern side) and Sandhurst,(24) and was seconded to the Houssas very
shortly after obtaining his commission.
 He started with certain advantages. His father had been a well-known Ad-
ministrator on the Coast, and he had a wealthy uncle, who made him a hand-
some allowance, and whose business in the City, worth half a million, he eventu-
ally inherited. In addition he had learnt Bomongo and other vernaculars as a
child and ultimately had an even greater command of African languages than
Sanders himself.
 Though he dropped a few bricks at the start, and always remained somewhat
erratic, he settled down to the job of administration not only with courage but
with a shrewdness that would have surprised any one who only met him when
off duty. To such a superficial observer it would have seemed only that Bones
was ridiculous of appearance, that he could not spell, or write English, that his
conversation was a perpetual flow of Malapropisms and that he was possessed
of a childish vanity.
 All this was in a sense true but there was a good deal more in him than that,
 and he could be trusted to give a good account of himself in a tight corner.
 He was certainly a dreamer, and invested all his own doings with an aura of
 romance. Steaming up the the river in the Wiggle, he was Vasco da Gama, finding
 the Cape Route to India. Surveying the country from a hill-top, he was "stout
 Cortez, silent upon a peak in Darien". He was steeped in Rider Haggard. Who
 knew but that another King Solomon's Mines might not be found in West Africa
 by an intrepid explorer such as he, or that in the heart of the Isisi Forest there
 might not lie the city of a long hidden white race, descendants of refugees from
 the lost Atlantis, whose beautiful young queen Bones was destined to marry; and then
 there would be headlines in all the papers about "Lieut. Tibbetts' astounding dis-
 covery," and his name would become a household word?

 (24) It is also stated that he was for a very short time a medical student at Bart's.