On each side of the Uganda Railroad there is a strip of land, narrow on the north and wide on the south, in which game is protected from the sportsman, and consequently the animals have learned to regard these strips as sanctuary.

There were many tales of lions as we rode along, and the imagination pictured a slinking lion in every patch of reeds along the way.

I heard one lion story that makes the man-eaters of Tsavo seem like vegetarians.

It was told to me by a gentleman high in the government service--a man of unimpeachable veracity.

He says the story is absolutely true, but refused to swear to it.
Once upon a time, so the story goes, there was a caravan of slaves moving through the jungles of Africa.