KILIMAKIU 
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CH. IV] 
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, 
although 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. Behind the camp and 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 re¬ 
quired him to perform various acts, chiefly in the way 
of preventing his tribes-people from committing robbery 
or murder, and of helping to stamp out cattle disease. 
Like all the Wakamba, they had flocks of goats and 
sheep, and herds of humped cattle ; but they were 
much in need of meat, and hailed my advent. They 
were wild savages, with filed teeth, many of them stark 
naked, though some of them carried a blanket. Their 
