Here also we read about the British Empire at a time when it was proud and sure of itself. Sir Sidney Low, lecturer on Imperial History at King's College, London University, tells us:
"The mood of mind which is called 'Imperialism' is not deeply rooted in the English character. Of all the great Western peoples, the British are the most imperial and the least imperialist. The idea of conquest, of ruling subjugated races and nationalities, has never appealed to the nation as a whole, though it may sometimes have fascinated classes and individuals and for brief periods has swept the country with a wave of emotion".
You see, we don't really want to rule you, it's just that we have to, for your own good. Of course, there was much good that came out of the empire, but such language does seem a tad disingenuous given the extent of the British Empire at this time
I don't normally do Southern Rhodesia, or other countries, but on this occasion I decided to make an exception, particularly since scanning an old large volume like this is quite tricky and (sigh) this time I've damaged the thing. Skipping past all the half clothed or shy maidens, I look for the buildings, streets, organisations and occasions. There are a some more Northern Rhodesian ones here as well.
Bangwelu (bottom). "Tall reeds stud wide expanses of Lake Bangweolo, greatly impeding the progress of canoes. Passengers squat in the bottom of the dug-out and trust to the balancing agility of the crew, who flourish their paddles as rope-walkers do their pole, and use them at once to propel and trim the boat."
Here is a picture of the Fort Jameson police, in their uniforms of "fez and jacket", with their musical instrument, a marimba, as I know it. We had one of these xylophones for years in our living room. The dried gourds provide the resonating chamber for wooden slats fixed above them. The gourds had small holes in them, and these were covered with spider nest material. I don't know what you call that stuff - but our house wall spiders make a little white compartment to hatch their spiderlings, and that can be glued to the gourd to cover the hole. The slats are hit with sticks dampened with some material, in modern times probably car tyre or other rubber. The size of the gourd determines the note. Lovely things to hear, particularly when you get a few of them going together in poly-rhythm.
This photo from the BSA shows "successful settlers".
Then another street scene, this time Freetown, Sierra Leone. "Trade is the one goal in life of the Sierra Leonean; he is taught its secrets in the cradle".
'Sections are stationed at various points as need may require. The officers of the regiment have been drawn from among the coloured portions of the United States army.'