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6 THE MAN-EATERS OF TSAVO CHAP. 
was told that they were at a place called Kilindini, 
some three miles away, on the other side of the 
island. The best way to get there, I was further 
informed, was by garrz, which I found to be a 
small trolley, having two seats placed back to back 
under a little canopy and running on narrow rails 
‘“THE BEST WAY TO GET THERE... WAS BY gharri.” 
which are laid through the principal street of the 
town. Accordingly, I secured one of these vehicles, 
which are pushed by two strapping Swahili boys, 
and was soon flying down the track, which once 
outside the town lay for the most part through 
dense groves of mango, baobab, banana and palm 
trees, with here and_ there _ brilliantly-coloured 
