At one railway station in Algeria we found a motor-car waiting to take
us to our destination. The driver, unlike so many motor-car drivers,
set to work to carry our luggage himself, and worked for us most
willingly and well. He spoke English perfectly, with a South African
accent.
We soon found that he came from the Transvaal, and had learnt his
energetic helpfulness and courtesy through having been a Boy Scout in
Johannesburg!
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