2 THE MAN-EATERS OF TSAVO CHAP. 
thing looked fresh and green, and an_ oriental 
glamour of enchantment seemed to hang over the 
island. The old town was bathed in brilliant sun- 
shine and reflected itself lazily on the motionless sea; 
its flat roofs and dazzlingly white walls peeped out 
THE NATIVE QUARTER, MOMBASA. 
dreamily between waving palms and lofty cocoanuts, 
huge baobabs and spreading mango trees ; and the 
darker background of well-wooded hills and slopes 
on the mainland formed a very effective setting to a 
beautiful and, to me, unexpected picture. 
The harbour was plentifully sprinkled with Arab 
dhows, in some of which, I believe, even at the 
