In the early hours of morning, we stopped at Simba, the "Place of Lions," where the station-master has many lion scares even now.

In the cold darkness of the night we bundled up in thick clothes and went forward to sit on the observation seat of the engine.

Slowly the eastern skies became gray, then pink, and finally day broke through heavy masses of clouds.

It was intensely cold.

In the faint light we could see shadowy figures of animals creeping home after their night's hunting.