It is a picture never to be forgotten, and rich with a charm that will surely always send forth its call to the restless soul of the man who goes back to the city.
Sometimes the evening program is different.

When one of us brings in some exceptional trophy there is a great celebration, with singing and native dances, and cheers for the Bwana who did the heroic deed.

The first lion in a camp is a signal for great rejoicing and celebrating--however, that is another story--the story of my first lion.
At nine o'clock the tents are closed and all the camp is quiet in sleep.
Outside in the darkness the askari paces to and fro, and the thick masses of foliage stand out in inky blackness against the brilliant tropic night.

We are far from civilization, but one has as great a feeling of security as though he were surrounded by chimneys and electric lights.

And no sleep is sweeter than that which has come after a day's marching over sun-swept hills or through the tangled reed beds where every sense must always be on the alert for hidden dangers..