GCHAR Ti Rex 
A SUCCESSFUL LION HUNT 
Wuen the Athi river had been bridged, the 
section of the line to Nairobi was pushed forward as 
rapidly as possible, and from dawn to dark we all 
exerted ourselves to the very utmost. One day 
(May 28) the weather was exceptionally hot, and I 
had been out in the broiling sun ever since daylight 
superintending the construction of banks and 
cuttings and the erection of temporary bridges. On 
returning to my hut, therefore, at about three o’clock 
in the afternoon, I threw myself into a long deck 
chair, too tired for anything beyond a long cool 
drink. Here I rested for an hour or so, amused by 
the bustle at the small wayside station we had just 
built, and idly watching our tiny construction engine 
forging its way, with a great deal of clanking and 
puffing, up a steep gradient just across the river. 
It was touch-and-go whether it would manage to 
get its heavy load of rails and sleepers to the top of 
