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trails of savage man. They lead from village to village, 
and in places they stretch for hundreds of miles, where 
trading parties have worn them in the search for ivory, or 
in the old days when raiding or purchasing slaves. The 
trails made by the men are made much as the beasts make 
theirs. They are generally longer and better defined, al¬ 
though I have seen hippo tracks more deeply marked than 
any made by savage man. But they are made simply by 
men following in one another's footsteps, and they are 
never quite straight. They bend now a little to one side, 
now a little to the other, and sudden loops mark the spot 
where some vanished obstacle once stood; around it the 
first trail makers went, and their successors have ever 
trodden in their footsteps, even though the need for so 
doing has long passed away. 
Our camp at Kilimakiu was by a grove of shady trees, 
and from it at sunset we looked across the vast plain and 
saw the far-off mountains grow umber and purple as the 
light waned. Back of the camp, and of the farm-house 
near which we were, rose Kilimakiu Mountain, beautifully 
studded with groves of trees of many kinds. On its farther 
side lived a tribe of the Wakamba. Their chief with all the 
leading men of his village came in state to call upon me, 
and presented me with a fat hairy sheep, of the ordinary 
kind found in this part of Africa, where the sheep very 
wisely do not grow wool. The headman was dressed in 
khaki, and showed me with pride an official document 
which confirmed him in his position by direction of the 
government, and required him to perform various acts, 
chiefly in the way of preventing his tribes-people from 
committing robbery or murder, and of helping to stamp 
