Col. J. H. Patterson, D.S.O.
WITH A FOREWORD BY FREDERICK COURTENEY SELOUS
PREFACE
It is with feelings of the greatest diffidence
that I place the following pages before the public;
but those of my friends who happen to have
heard of my rather unique experiences in the
wilds have so often urged me to write an account
of my adventures, that after much hesitation I at
last determined to do so.
I have no doubt that many of my readers,
who have perhaps never been very far away from
civilisation, will be inclined to think that some
of the incidents are exaggerated. I can only
assure them that I have toned down the facts
rather than otherwise, and have endeavoured to
write a perfectly plain and straightforward
account of things as they actually happened.
It must be remembered that at the time these
events occurred, the conditions prevailing in
British East Africa were very different from what
they are to-day. The railway, which has
modernised the aspect of the place and brought
civilisation in its train, was then only in process of
construction, and the country through which it
was being built was still in its primitive savage
state, as indeed, away from the railway, it still is.
If this simple account of two years' work and
play in the wilds should prove of any interest,
or help even in a small way to call attention to
the beautiful and valuable country which we
possess on the Equator, I shall feel more than
compensated for the trouble I have taken in
writing it.
I am much indebted to the Hon. Mrs. Cyril
Ward, Sir Guilford Molesworth, K.C.I.E.,
Mr. T.J. Spooner and Mr C. Rawson for their
kindness in allowing me to reproduce photographs
taken by them. My warmest thanks are also due
to that veteran pioneer of Africa, Mr. F.C. Selous,
for giving my little book so kindly an
introduction to the public as is provided by the
"Foreword" which he has been good enough
to write.
J.H.P.
August, 1907.
FOREWORD
It was some seven or eight years ago that I
first read, in the pages of The Field newspaper,
a brief account written by Col. J.H. Patterson,
then an engineer engaged on the construction of
the Uganda Railway, of the Tsavo man-eating
lions.
My own long experience of African hunting
told me at once that every word in this thrilling
narrative was absolutely true. Nay more: I
knew that the author had told his story in a most
modest manner, laying but little stress on the
dangers he had run when sitting up at nights
to try and compass the death of the terrible
man-eaters, especially on that one occasion when
whilst watching from a very light scaffolding,
supported only by four rickety poles, he was
himself stalked by one of the dread beasts.
Fortunately he did not lose his nerve, and succeeded
in shooting the lion, just when it was on
the point of springing upon him. But had this
lion approached him from behind, I think it
would probably have added Col. Patterson to its
long list of victims, for in my own experience I
have known of three instances of men having
been pulled from trees or huts built on platforms
at a greater height from the ground than the
crazy structure on which Col. Patterson was
watching on that night of terrors.
From the time of Herodotus until to-day,
lion stories innumerable have been told and
written. I have put some on record myself.
But no lion story I have ever heard or read
equals in its long-sustained and dramatic interest
the story of the Tsavo man-eaters as told by
Col. Patterson. A lion story is usually a tale
of adventures, often very terrible and pathetic,
which occupied but a few hours of one night;
but the tale of the Tsavo man-eaters is an epic
of terrible tragedies spread out over several
months, and only at last brought to an end by
the resource and determination of one man.
It was some years after I read the first
account published of the Tsavo man-eaters that I
made the acquaintance of President Roosevelt.
I told him all I remembered about it, and he
was so deeply interested in the story - as he is
in all true stories of the nature and
characteristics of wild animals - that he begged me to
send him the short printed account as published
in The Field. This I did; and it was only in
the last letter I received from him that, referring
to this story, President Roosevelt wrote: "I
think that the incident of the Uganda
man-eating lions, described in those two articles you
sent me, is the most remarkable account of which
we have any record. It is a great pity that it
should not be preserved in permanent form."
Well, I am now glad to think that it will be
preserved in permanent form; and I venture to
assure Col. Patterson that President Roosevelt
will be amongst the most interested readers of
his book.
It is probable that the chapters recounting
the story of the Tsavo man-eating lions will be
found more absorbing than the other portions
of Col. Patterson's book; but I think that most
of his readers will agree with me that the whole
volume is full of interest and information. The
account given by Col. Patterson of how he
overcame all the difficulties which confronted him in
building a strong and permanent railway bridge
across the Tsavo river makes excellent reading;
whilst the courage he displayed in attacking,
single-handed, lions, rhinoceroses and other
dangerous animals was surpassed by the pluck,
tact and determination he showed in quelling
the formidable mutiny which once broke out
amongst his native Indian workers.
Finally, let me say that I have spent the best
part of two nights reading the proof-sheets of
Col.
