Chia br LER: Sry, 
THE FINDING OF THE MAN-EATERS DEN 
THERE were some rocky-looking hills lying to the 
south-west of Tsavo which I was_ particularly 
anxious to explore, so on one occasion when work 
had been stopped for the day owing to lack of 
material, I set off for them, accompanied by Mahina 
and a Punjaubi coolie, who was so stout that he 
went by the name of Moota (ze. “ Fattie”’). In 
the course of my little excursions round Tsavo I 
gradually discovered that I was nearly always able 
to make my way to any required point of the 
compass by following certain well-defined animal 
paths, which I mapped out bit by bit during my 
explorations. On this occasion, for instance, as 
soon as we had crossed the river and had struck 
into the jungle, we were fortunate enough to find a 
rhino path leading in the right direction, which 
greatly facilitated our progress. As we were making 
our way along this path through the dry bed of a 
