In Afric’s Forest and Jungle 
But he had always been cool, sympathetic and 
brave in all this great trouble. 
The enlivening of my spirit showed itself that 
day in a most astounding physical endurance. 
Though so weak that 1 mounted my horse with 
difficulty, I rode sixty miles that day, keeping the 
saddle until late at night and allowing the guide 
only time to rest. My stomach would not retain 
. food and my back and limbs ached dreadfully, 
but I did not allow these things to delay me a 
moment. My mind had been lifted up from the 
darkness of despair to the light of hope. The in¬ 
tellectual and spiritual were masters for the time 
of the physical and animal. My experience that 
day seemed to me to be a philosophical hint of 
the fact that while the body is essential to a com¬ 
plete humanity in any case, there may be an inter¬ 
mediate state in which the soul has conscious life 
and vigorous activity without the aid of matter. 
We found that the first stopping place for cara¬ 
vans was in the heart of a forest and, as it was 
still early in the afternoon, 1 persuaded the guide 
to go on, feeling that it would be better to camp 
in the jungle among the leopards than in another 
Lahlookpon ; and among the leopards, we came 
near having to camp, sure enough. The sun 
went down as we emerged from the forest, and 
