XIV FINDING THE MAN-EATERS’ DEN 163 
Some little time after this, while one of these 
same friends (Mr. C. Rawson) happened to be again 
at Tsavo, we were sitting after dark under the 
verandah of my hut. I wanted something from my 
tent, and sent Meeanh, my Indian chaukzdar, to 
fetch it. He was going off in the dark to do so, 
‘* THE ANTELOPE SWINGING BY HIS FEET.” 
when I called him back and told him to takea 
lantern for fear of snakes. This he did, and as soon 
as he got to the door of the tent, which was only a 
dozen yards off, he called out frantically, “ Aré, 
Sahib, burra sanp hat /” (“ Oh, Master, there is a 
big snake here !”’) 
‘‘ Where ?”’ I shouted. 
