The captains of one tribe are discussing the situation, and would like Baden-Powell to hear their views.
Baden-Powell treats them as Lord Salisbury, say, would no doubt like to treat the deputations that sometimes come to give him the benefit of their opinions; he looks to his repeating rifle, talks about fourteen corpses blocking the way of retirement, and _hey presto!_ the other tribe is swinging down the forest-path laughing, singing, and chattering, like children released from school.
On they march through the heavy forest, a long twisting line of men, until the halt is made at mid-day for two hours' chop and parade.
Then tools are served out and every company is set to work.

One clears the bush, another cuts stockade posts, a third cuts palm-leaf wattle, a fourth digs stockade holes, and a fifth is set to keep guard over the camp and prevent men from hiding in huts.

By sunset some seven or eight acres are cleared of bush, large palm-thatched sheds are to be seen in long regular lines, while in the centre stands a fort with its earth rampart bound up by stockade and wattle, and having in its interior two huts, one for hospital and one for storehouse.

Besides this the natives bridged innumerable streams and dug and drained roads wherever necessary.
This work can only be seen in its true perspective when the character of the country is borne in mind.

For nearly all of its 150 miles the road from Cape Coast to Kumassi leads through heavy primeval forest.
"The thick foliage of the trees, interlaced high overhead, causes a deep, dank gloom, through which the sun seldom penetrates.