222 THE LAND OF THE LION 
No East African native seems to have the slightest idea 
of a future life, not even those who profess Mohammedanism. 
Their Mohammedanism is the shallowest of superficial 
things. It offers them an alliance with a “caste,” which 
they have come to think of as a higher one than their own, 
and as such they accept it and rather look down on the 
tribes that remain heathen. But of the doctrines of Moham- 
med they know nothing whatever. They have never seen 
a Koran and they never say their prayers. 
Before I leave the, to me, fascinating subject of the Cher- 
angang, I must mention one peculiarity of theirs and of the 
Elgoa. It is their lack of all boastfulness or exaggeration, 
and their accuracy of statement. They are careful observers, 
these wild men, of the animal life around them, and many 
were the stories told by our nightly fire. 
One of these supplements in a rather singular way that 
remarkable incident Mr. Fleischman saw on the Tana 
River, an account of which is published in Mr. Selous’s last 
book, where Mr. F.’s photographs are reproduced. In that 
case a crocodile pulled a rhino under and _ ultimately 
devoured him. 
The old chief of the Cherangang knew from his boyhood 
the Nzoia river. He had himself killed forty elephants in its 
neighbourhood. Once, he said, when he was watching at 
one of the fords (the river there was running rather deep 
and the banks were steep and slippery) a large herd of ele- 
phants came to the crossing. There were several small toto 
elephants with the herd, and one of these went under the 
surface. The old man said he saw a big bull carefully put 
his tusks under it and so lifted it slowly and carefully to the 
bank and up the bank. He was asked if he ever saw the 
bulls carry the totos on their tusks, as some native legends 
say they do during long marches. He at once said he had 
never seen it, nor did he believe the bulls ever did this. Then 
he went on to tell how on the same river he saw a toto 
