226 THE LAND OF THE LION 
precision the line wheeled on its leader and swept round 
and round me and the fire as the men chanted their weird 
minor song. A dance seems to electrify the East African. 
You could see the eyes of the Karamojo and the N’dorobo 
flashing, their hands and bodies trembling, as the swaying 
line passed them. Presently they were off in a dance of 
their own and, not to be outdone, joined the Massai and 
N’dorobo; and the high flame, as it leaped from the heaped- 
on logs, shone on a wild circle of naked leaping figures. In 
a few moments the whole mass seemed somehow to find 
and recognize its leader, a slim young Massai, who soon led 
and controlled the whole; still directing them he extem- 
porized a song and every rude voice took up its chorus: 
The Bwana came to hunt lions, he has got lions. 
The Bwana came to hunt elephants, he has got elephants. 
Our fathers came here to kill each other and steal cows. 
But we come no more in war but in peace, 
To help the Bwana to kill lions and elephants. 
It was a long time before they grew tired and the singing 
and dancing gradually died down. 
I can fancy no more interesting sefari than one pushed 
along the eastern skirts of Elgon, a visit then made to the 
Katosch, then following the mountain’s eastern base, push 
north to the Turquell river and down its bank to the great 
plain through which it flows. Here we could see with our 
glasses surely one of the strangest formations in Africa. 
Scores of actual pyramids (they seem), volcano cones they 
were of course, dotted it for many miles. One was as regular 
and of almost the height of the great Pyramid. To the 
north of the plains rise the Suk mountains. Keep along the 
southern base of these and, travelling east, penetrate the 
extreme northern end of the Elgon escarpment and, by its 
ridges and forest country, work southward to the Cherang- 
ang. In all this new and interesting region there are few 
