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trails of savage man. They lead from village to village, 

 and in places they stretch for hundreds of miles, where 

 trading parties have worn them in the search for ivory, or 

 in the old days when raiding or purchasing slaves. The 

 trails made by the men are made much as the beasts make 

 theirs. They are generally longer and better defined, al- 

 though I have seen hippo tracks more deeply marked than 

 any made by savage man. But they are made simply by 

 men following in one another's footsteps, and they are 

 never quite straight. They bend now a little to one side, 

 now a little to the other, and sudden loops mark the spot 

 where some vanished obstacle once stood; around it the 

 first trail makers went, and their successors have ever 

 trodden in their footsteps, even though the need for so 

 doing has long passed away. 



Our camp at Kilimakiu was by a grove of shady trees, 

 and from it at sunset we looked across the vast plain and 

 saw the far-off mountains grow umber and purple as the 

 light waned. Back of the camp, and of the farm-house 

 near which we were, rose Kilimakiu Mountain, beautifully 

 studded with groves of trees of many kinds. On its farther 

 side lived a tribe of the Wakamba. Their chief with all the 

 leading men of his village came in state to call upon me, 

 and presented me with a fat hairy sheep, of the ordinary 

 kind found in this part of Africa, where the sheep very 

 wisely do not grow wool. The headman was dressed in 

 khaki, and showed me with pride an official document 

 which confirmed him in his position by direction of the 

 government, and required him to perform various acts, 

 chiefly in the way of preventing his tribes-people from 

 committing robbery or murder, and of helping to stamp 



