did not despair of his men, neither did he ill-treat them.

For three days he worked hard at tree-felling himself, and he only desisted from this labour on the discovery that the sight of his hunting-crop brought more trees to the ground than all his strokes with the axe.

This hunting-crop was called "Volapuek," because every tribe understood its meaning, and during the march Baden-Powell found it of inestimable value.

"But, though often shown," he says, "it was never used." The men might be stupid, they might be idle, but B.-P.
can get work out of the worst men without bullying and without continual punishments.
It is men like Baden-Powell who exercise the greatest power over the negro's mind.

When he condemns them for cruelty or stupidity he is quick to protest against the assumption that he is "a regular nigger hater." Here is the secret: "I have met lots of good friends among them--especially among the Zulus.