120 THE MAN-EATERS OF TSAVO CHAP. 
ever so heavy, the moment it is off his back and he 
has disposed of his fosho (food), he straightway for- 
gets all his troubles, and begins to laugh and sing 
‘*SUCH WAS MY COOK, MABRUKI.” 
and joke with his fellows as if he were the happiest 
and luckiest mortal alive. Such was my cook, 
Mabruki, and his merry laugh was quite infectious. 
I remember that one day he was opening a tin of 
