Occasionally we reached an elevation from which we could look down and see men toiling to build the railway, that already reached Nyanza after the unfinished fashion of work whose chief aim is making a showing.  Profits, performances were secondary matters; that railway’s one purpose was to establish occupation of the head waters of the Nile and refute the German claim to prior rights there.  At irregular intervals trains already went down to the lake, and passengers might ride on suffrance; but we deluded ourselves with the belief that by marching we threw enemies off the scent.  It was pure delusion, but extremely pleasant while it lasted.  Where Africa is green and high she is a lovely land to march across.

Brown grew sober on the trip, as if approaching his chosen home gave him a sense of responsibility.  His own reason for preferring the march to a ride in a construction train was simple: 

“Every favor you ask o’ gov’ment, boys, leaves one less to fall back on in a pinch!  Ask not, and they’ll forget some o’ your peccadillos.  Ask too often, and one day when you really need a kindness you’ll find the Bank o’ Good Hope bu’sted!  And, believe me, boys, that ’ud be a hell of a predicament for a poor sufferin’ settler to find himself in!”

The approach to Lumbwa was over steep hilly grass land, between forests of cedar—­perfect country, kept clean by a wind that smelt of fern and clover.

“You can tell we’re gettin’ near my place,” said Brown, “by the number o’ leopards that’s about.”

We had to keep our three pups close at heel all the time, and even at that we lost two of them.  One was taken from between Will’s feet as he sat in camp cleaning his rifle.  All he heard was the dog’s yelp, and all he saw was a flash of yellow as the leopard made for the boulders close at hand.  The other was taken out of my tent.  I had tied it to the tent pole, but the stout cord snapped like a hair and the darkness swallowed both leopard and its prey before I could as much as reach my rifle to get a shot.

“Splendid country for farmin"’ Brown remarked, “Splendid.  Only you can’t keep sheep because the leopards take ’em.  You can’t keep hens for the same reason.  Nor yet cows, because the leopards get the calves—­leastways, that’s to say unless you watch out awful cautious.  Nor yet you can’t keep pigeons, ’cause the leopards take them too.  I sent to England for fancy pigeons—­a dozen of em.  Leopards got all but one, so I put him in the loft above my own house, where it seemed to me ‘tweren’t possible for a leopard to get, supposin’ he’d dared.  Went away the next day for some shootin’, an’ lo and behold!—­came back that evenin’ to discover my cook an’ three others carryin’ on as if Kingdom Come had took place at last.  Never heard or saw such a jamboree.  The blamed leopard was up in the loft; and had eaten the pigeon, feathers and all, but couldn’t get out again!”