CH. XVI A WIDOW'’S STORY 175 
and Dr. Rose mentioned that Mr. O’Hara (the 
engineer in charge of the road-making), with his 
wife and children, was encamped in the Wa Taita 
country, about twelve miles away from Voi. 
Early next morning I went out for a stroll with 
my shot-gun, but had not gone far from the doctor’s 
tent when I saw in the distance four Swahili carrying 
something which looked like a stretcher along the 
newly-made road. Fearing that some accident had 
happened, I went quickly to meet them and called 
out to ask what they were carrying. They shouted 
back ‘‘ Bwana” (‘‘ The master”); and when I asked 
what dwana, they replied “Bwana O’Hara.” On 
enquiring what exactly had happened, they told me 
that during the night their master had been killed 
by a lion, and that his wife and children were 
following behind along the road. At this I directed 
the men to the hospital and told them where to find 
Dr. Rose, and without waiting to hear any further 
particulars hurried on as fast as possible to give 
what assistance I could to poor Mrs. O'Hara. 
Some considerable way back I met her toiling 
along with an infant in her arms, while a little 
child held on to her ‘skirt, utterly tired out with the 
long walk. I helped her to finish the distance to 
the doctor’s tent ; she was so unstrung by her terrible 
night’s experience and so exhausted by her trying 
march carrying the baby that she was scarcely able 
