ed from school.

On they march through the heavy forest, a long twisting line of men,
until the halt is made at mid-day for two hours' chop and parade.
Then tools are served out and every company is set to work. One
clears the bush, another cuts stockade posts, a third cuts palm-leaf
wattle, a fourth digs stockade holes, and a fifth is set to keep guard
over the camp and prevent men from hiding in huts. By sunset some
seven or eight acres are cleared of bush, large palm-thatched sheds
are to be seen in long regular lines, while in the centre stands a
fort with its earth rampart bound up by stockade and wattle, and
having in its interior two huts, one for hospital and one for
storehouse. Besides this the natives bridged innumerable streams and
dug and drained roads wherever necessary.

This work can only be seen in its true perspective when the character
of the country is borne in mind. For nearly all of its 150 miles the
road from Cape Coast to Kumassi leads through heavy primeval forest.
"The thick foliage of the trees, interlaced high overhead, causes a
deep, dank gloom, through which the sun seldom penetrates. The path
winds among the tree stems and bush, now through mud and morass, now
over steep ascent or deep ravine." And, in addition to the
difficulties of locomotion, there was the haunting menace of the
heavy dews and mists which come at night laden with the poison of
malaria.

But all these difficulties were met with cheerful courage, and though
Captain Graham and two other officers subsequently attached to the
covering force were incapacitated by fever, the Native Levy fought its
way to Kumassi, and won the admiration of all military authorities. It
was at Kumassi on 17th January, and though no actual fighting had
taken place, the march may be reckoned an achievement of which all
Englishmen can be proud.

One incident of the march will have a romantic attraction for those
who have sons and brothers doing the Empire's work in distant lands.
As the Native Levy with its two white officers journeyed through the
bush they came now and then upon bridges over streams and causeways
over swamps, all in course of construction at the hands of natives
under the direction of a few ever-travelling, hard-worked white
superintendents. "Here we meet one gaunt and yellow. Surely we have
seen that eye and brow before, although the beard and solar topee do
much to disguise the man. His necktie of faded 'Old Carthusian'
colo