CHAPTER XXVI 



WORK AT NAIROBI 



ALTHOUGH 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." 



