I MY ARRIVAL AT TSAVO 7 
stretched the unbroken line of the N’dungu Escarp- 
ment, while far off to the south I could just catch a 
glimpse of the snow-capped top of towering Kilima 
N’jaro. The one redeeming feature of the neigh- 
bourhood was the river from which Tsavo takes its 
name. This is a swiftly-flowing stream, always cool 
and always running, the latter being an exceptional 
‘“THIS INTERMINABLE 2yzhka.” 
attribute in this part of East Africa; and the fringe 
of lofty green trees along its banks formed a 
welcome relief to the general monotony of the 
landscape. 
When I had thus obtained a rough idea of the 
neighbourhood, I returned to my hut, and began in 
earnest to make preparations for my stay in this out- 
of-the-way place. The stores were unpacked, and 
my “‘boys”’ pitched my tent in a little clearing close 
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