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us to come aboard again as his guests. It is a strange 

 thing how glad one always is to get back to the steamer 

 on occasions such as this. You may have got 

 shockingly tired of the voyage, you may have spent 

 hours leaning over the rail looking out for land ; you 

 may have made the chief officer's life a misery by 

 idiotic questions as to when you will get into port ; 

 and yet when you do actually land, you realise that the 

 ship has been your home — if she is a British ship — 

 that her officers are your own kin, and you would 

 sooner sleep in one of her alley-ways than deliver 

 yourself up to one of the hotels on shore. 



The train left Mombasa at ii.o a.m. I had, of 

 course, heard a great deal of the railway and of the 

 nature of the journey itself, but I was not prepared 

 for the marvels I saw. 



The Uganda Railway is unique. There is 

 absolutely nothing else Uke it. The country you see 

 from the train has been described as a Zoo with all 

 the animals loose. Nowhere else is it possible to view 

 lions in safety without those lions being in cages or 

 under some kind of restraint. The journey up to 

 Nairobi, a distance of three hundred and twenty- 

 seven miles, takes twenty-three hours, and at the end 

 of it you are some five thousand feet above sea-level. 



During the first part of the time we saw little in 

 the way of game, but when we reached Tsavo, the 

 place immortalised in Lieutenant-Colonel Paterson's 



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