74 THE MAN-EATERS OF TSAVO CH. VI 
the camp had as many beds lashed on to it as its 
branches would bear—and sometimes more. I 
remember that one night when the camp was 
attacked, so many men swarmed on to one par- 
ticular tree that down it came with a crash, hurling 
its terror-stricken load of shrieking coolies close to 
the very lions they were trying to avoid.  Fortu- 
nately for them, a victim had already been secured, 
and the brutes were too busy devouring him to pay 
attention to anything else. 
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