XXXI 

 THE LOST SAFARI 



WE were possessed of a map of sorts, consisting 

 mostly of wide blank spaces, with an oc- 

 casional 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 very early the 

 next morning to get a good start on our forced march. 



There is no use in spinning out a sad tale. We 



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