IN THE JUNGLE 



and smooth by a well-managed small herd of sheep; 

 the putting greens were rolled, and in perfect order; 

 bunkers had been located at the correct distances; 

 there were water hazards in the proper spots. In 

 short, it was a genuine, scientific, well-kept golf 

 course. Over it played Home, solitary except on the 

 rare occasions when he and his assistant happened to 

 be at the post at the same time. The nearest white 

 man was six days' journey; the nearest small civil- 

 ization 196 miles.* The whole affair was most 

 astounding. 



Our caddies were grinning youngsters a good deal 

 like the Gold Dust Twins. They wore nothing but 

 our golf bags. Afield were other supernumerary 

 caddies: one in case we sliced, one in case we pulled, 

 and one in case we drove straight ahead. Home 

 explained that unlimited caddies were easier to get 

 than unlimited golf balls. I can well believe it. 



F. joined forces with Home against B. and me for 

 a grand international match. I regret to state that 

 America was defeated by two holes. 



We returned to find our camp crowded with sav- 

 ages. In a short time we had established trade re- 

 lations and were doing a brisk business. Two years 

 before we should have had to barter exclusively; but 

 now, thanks to Home's attempt to collect an annual 



•Which was, in turn, over three hundred miles from the next. 



