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 



