For a day or two it was the wonder of the camp, but he was quite unconscious of it.

Music was in his soul and the germ of love was churning it up.

And so he sang as he marched along, and his thoughts were racing ahead of him to the "sing sing" girls who wait in Nairobi for returning porters with rupees to spend.
The general average of health in the _safari_ was high.

Only one porter died in the four months or more that we were out.

But in spite of the low mortality there were many cases that came up for treatment.