XXXI. 



THE LOST SAFARI. 



WE were possessed of a map of sorts, con- 

 sisting mostly of wide blank spaces, with 

 an occasional tentative mountain, or the probable 

 course of streams marked thereon. The only 

 landmark that interested us was a single round 

 peak situated south of our river and at a point 

 just before we should cross the railroad at Tsavo 

 Station. There came a day when, from the top 

 of a hill where we had climbed for the sake of 

 the outlook, we thought we recognized that peak. 

 It was about five miles away as the crow flies. 



Then we returned to camp and made the fatal 

 mistake of starting to figure. We ought to cover 

 the distance, even with the inevitable twists and 

 turns, in a day ; the tri- weekly train passed 

 through Tsavo the following night ; if we could 

 catch that we would save a two days' wait for the 



next train. You follow the thought. We arose 



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