It was pure delusion, but extremely pleasant while it lasted.

Where Africa is green and high she is a lovely land to march across.
Brown grew sober on the trip, as if approaching his chosen home gave him a sense of responsibility.

His own reason for preferring the march to a ride in a construction train was simple: "Every favor you ask o' gov'ment, boys, leaves one less to fall back on in a pinch! Ask not, and they'll forget some o' your peccadillos.

Ask too often, and one day when you really need a kindness you'll find the Bank o' Good Hope bu'sted! And, believe me, boys, that 'ud be a hell of a predicament for a poor sufferin' settler to find himself in!" The approach to Lumbwa was over steep hilly grass land, between forests of cedar--perfect country, kept clean by a wind that smelt of fern and clover.
"You can tell we're gettin' near my place," said Brown, "by the number o' leopards that's about." We had to keep our three pups close at heel all the time, and even at that we lost two of them.

One was taken from between Will's feet as he sat in camp cleaning his rifle.