CHAPTER XXVI 
WORK AT NAIROBI 
AutTHouGH the lion which caused poor Bhoota’s 
death was the last I managed to shoot in East 
Africa, I saw several others afterwards while travel- 
ling up and down the line at different times on 
construction work. In particular, I remember one 
very curious incident which happened early on the 
morning of June 2, when I was travelling towards 
Nairobi, accompanied by Dr. McCulloch. The 
Doctor was going home on leave in the course of a 
few days, and was bemoaning to me his bad luck in 
never having shot or even seen a lion all the time he 
had been in the country. We were standing on the 
engine at the time, facing each other, he with his 
back to the north. 
“My dear Mac,” I said, ‘it is because you don’t 
look out for them.” 
‘‘ Rubbish,” he retorted ; ‘‘ I do nothing else when 
I am out hunting.” 
