Having suffered an aching tooth for several days and with the camp physician indisposed with a rather unsavoury stomach complaint, I took the Majors advice and visited the local Witch Doctor in the nearby village of Doko.
I was carried on my litter to a small round grass hut where I was confronted by an old man clad in a leopard skin, clutching a chicken. After lots of chanting, he lit a fire in the hut and started placing leaves onto it, which generated a lot of smoke. The fellow then started to breathe in the fumes and giggle uncontrollably, it took several hard slaps to the face by the Major to bring him to his senses.
After more chanting and once the smoke had dissapated, the man placed the chicken upon my head. The bird did not move and remained sedately seated on my head for the next hour or so. Finally the Major returned and informed me that we had the wrong hut, the bloody fool.
The Colonel
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