1 MY ARRIVAL AT TSAVO 3 
present day, a few slaves are occasionally smuggled 
off to Persia and Arabia. It has always been a 
matter of great wonder to me how the navigators of 
these little vessels find their way from port to port, 
as they do, without the aid of either compass or 
sextant, and how they manage to weather the 
‘“WELL-WOODED HILLS AND SLOPES ON THE MAINLAND.” 
terrible storms that at certain seasons of the year 
suddenly visit eastern seas. I remember once coming 
across a dhow becalmed in the middle of the Indian 
Ocean, and its crew making signals of distress, our 
captain slowed down to investigate. There were 
four men on board, all nearly dead from thirst ; they 
had been without drink of any kind for several days 
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