The Man-Eaters of Tsavo and Other East African Adventures

by Lt. Colonel J. H. Patterson

  On the return journey from Entebbe, Jinja, a port on the north side of the Victoria Nyanza, is usually called at. This place is of great interest, as it is here that the Lake narrows into a breadth of only a few hundred yards, and, rushing over the Ripon Falls, forms the long-sought-for source of the Nile. The magnificent view of the mighty river stretching away to the north amid enchanting scenery is most inspiring and one can well imagine how elated Speke must have felt when after enduring countless hardships, he at last looked upon it and thus solved one of the great problems the ancients.

  II.

  The following, is a literal translation of the Hindustani poem referred to on p. 104:—

  IN THE NAME OF ALLAH, THE MERCIFUL, THE COMPASSIONATE:

  First must I speak to the praise and glory of God, who is infinite and incomprehensible,

  Who is without fault or error, who is the Life, though without body or breath.

  He has no relatives, nor father nor son, being himself incomparable and passionless.

  His is the knowledge of the known and of the unknown, and although without a tongue, yet does he speak in mighty tones.

  I, Roshan, came to this country of Africa, and did find it indeed a strange land;

  Many rocks, mountains, and dense forests abounding in lions and leopards;

  Also buffaloes, wolves, deer, rhinoceroses, elephants, camels, and all enemies of man;

  Gorillas, ferocious monkeys that attack men, black baboons of giant size, spirits, and thousands of varieties of birds;

  Wild horses, wild dogs, black snakes, and all animals that a hunter or sportsman could desire.

  The forests are so dark and dreadful that even the boldest warriors shrink from their awful depths.

  Now from the town of Mombasa, a railway line extends unto Uganda;

  In the forests bordering on this line, there are found those lions called "man-eaters," and moreover these forests are full of thorns and prickly shrubs.

  Portions of this railway from Mombasa to Uganda are still being made, and here these lions fell on the workmen and destroyed them.

  Such was their habit, day and night, and hundreds of men fell victims to these savage creatures, whose very jaws were steeped in blood.

  Bones, flesh, skin and blood, they devoured all, and left not a trace behind them.

  Because of the fear of these demons some seven or eight hundred of the labourers deserted, and remained idle;

  Some two or three hundred still remained, but they were haunted by this terrible dread,

  And because of fear for their lives, would sit in their huts, their hearts full of foreboding and terror.

  Every one of them kept a fire burning at night, and none dared to close his eyes in sleep; yet would some of them be carried away to destruction.

  The lion's roar was such that the very earth would tremble at the sound, and where was the man who did not feel afraid?

  On all sides arose weeping and wailing, and the people would sit and cry like cranes, complaining of the deeds of the lions.

  I, Roshan, chief of my people, also complained and prayed to God, the Prophet, and to our spiritual adviser.

  And now will I relate the story of the Engineer in charge of the line.

  He kept some ten or twenty goats, for the sake of their milk;

  But one night a wild beast came, and destroyed them all, not one being left.

  And in the morning it was reported by the watchman, who also stated that the man-eater was daily destroying the labourers and workmen, and doing great injury;

  And they took the Engineer with them and showed him the footprints of the animal.

  And after seeing what the animal had done, the Englishman spoke, and said,

  "For this damage the lion shall pay his life." And when night came he took his gun and in very truth destroyed the beast.

  Patterson Sahib is indeed a brave and valiant man, like unto those Persian heroes of old—Rustem, Zal, Sohrab and Berzoor;

  So brave is he, that the greatest warriors stood aghast at his action;

  Tall in stature, young, most brave and of great strength is he.

  From the other side of the line came the noise and cries of those who complained that these savage beasts were eating and destroying men,

  For such has been the habit of lions from time immemorial, and groups of people have fallen victims to their fury.

  Those who were proud or boastful, have but sacrificed their lives uselessly;

  But to-day Patterson Sahib will watch for the lion himself!

  For the people have complained loudly, and the valiant one has gone forth with his gun into the forest.

  Soon after the people had retired at night to their tents, the fearless lion made his appearance;

  Patterson Sahib loaded both barrels of his gun and went forth against him.

  He fired many times in succession and totally paralysed the animal.

  The lion roared like thunder as the bullets found their way to his heart.

  This Englishman, Patterson, is most brave, and is indeed the very essence of valour;

  Lions do not fear lions, yet one glance from Patterson Sahib cowed the bravest of them.

  He fled, making for the forest, while the bullets followed hard after him;

  So was this man-eater rendered helpless; he lay down in despair,

  And after he had covered a chain's distance, the savage beast fell down, a corpse.

  Now the people, bearing lights in their hands, all ran to look at their dead enemy.

  But the Sahib said "Return, my children; the night is dark, do not rush into danger."

  And in the morning all the people saw the lion lying dead.

  And then the Sahib said, "Do not think of work to-day—make holiday, enjoy and be merry."

  So the people had holiday and made merry with friends from whom they had been long parted, on account of the lion:

  And the absence of those who had run away was forgiven, and their money allowed them—A generous action, comparable to the forgiveness of God and the Prophet to sinners and criminals on the day of judgment.

  Oh! poet, leave this kind of simile, it is too deep for thee;

  We mortals have the Devil, like unto a fierce lion, ever after us;

  Oh! Roshan, may God, the Prophet, and your spiritual adviser, safeguard you day and night!

  One lion, however, remained, and for fear of him all went in dread;

  Sixteen days passed, all being well, and everyone enjoyed a peaceful mind;

  But again, on the seventeenth day, the lion appeared and remained from sunset to sunrise.

  He kept on roaming about in the neighbourhood like a general reconnoitring the enemy's position.

  On the following day the Sahib sent for the people and warned them all to be careful of their lives;

  "Do not go out from the afternoon even until the following morning," he said.

  Now this was the night of Shab-i-Kadr, a Muslim festival:

  And at night when all had retired to rest, the lion came in a rage,

  And Patterson Sahib went forth into the field to meet him.

  And when he saw the beast, he fired quickly, bullet after bullet.

  The lion made a great uproar, and fled for his life, but the bullets nevertheless found a resting-place in his heart.

  And everyone began to shriek and groan in their uneasy sleep, jumping up in fear, when unexpectedly the roaring of the lion was heard.

  All thought of sleep was banished, and fear came in its place:

  And the Sahib gave emphatic orders that no one should go out, or roam about.

  And in the morning we followed the marks of blood that had flowed from the wounded animal,

  And some five or seven chains away, we found the lion, lying wounded and in great pain.

  And when the Sahib saw the animal he fired bullets incessantly;

  But when the lion saw the Sahib, the savage animal, burning with rage, and pain,

  Came by leap
s and bounds close to the Sahib; But here he was to meet his match in a brave Sahib who loaded his gun calmly, and fired again and again, killing the beast.

  All the Punjaubis assembled together and agreed that the Sahib was a man who appreciated and cared for others, so much so that he roamed about in the forests for our sake, in order to protect us.

  Previously, many Englishmen had come here to shoot but had been disappointed,

  Because the lion was very courageous and ferocious, and the Sahibs were afraid;

  But for the sake of our lives, Patterson Sahib took all this trouble, risking his own life in the forest.

  So they collected many hundreds of rupees, and offered it as a present to the Sahib, because he had undergone such peril, in order to save our lives.

  Oh! Roshan, all the people appeared before the Sahib saying, "You are our benefactor";

  But the Sahib declined to accept the present, not taking a pice of it.

  So then again the Punjaubis assembled, and consulted as to how the service that the Sahib had done them could most suitably he rewarded.

  And it was agreed to send all the money to England, in order that it might be converted into some suitable present,

  Which should bear an engraving of the two lions, and the name of the mistari[1], head of the workmen.

  The present should be such, and so suitably decorated, as to be acceptable to Patterson Sahib;

  In colour it should resemble moon and sun; and that would indeed be a fit present, so that the Sahib would be pleased to accept it.

  Oh! Roshan, I hope that he will accept this present for shooting the lions, as some small reward for his action.

  My native home is at Chajanlat, in the thana of Domli, which is in the district of Jhelum, and I have related this story as it actually occurred.

  Patterson Sahib has left me, and I shall miss him as long as I live, and now

  Roshan must roam about in Africa, sad and regretful.

  [1] Foreman-mason.

  Composed by Roshan mistari, son of Kadur mistari Bakhsh, native of the village of Chajanlat, Dakhli, Post Office Domli, district of Jhelum. Dated 29th January, 1899.