THE GRAND FALLS, TANA RIVER. 
CHAPTER. XXVIII 
THE FINDING OF THE NEW ELAND 
Durinc the early part of last year (1906) I 
revisited the scene of my former labours and adven- 
tures on a shooting trip. Unfortunately the train by 
which I travelled up from Mombasa reached Tsavo 
at midnight, but all the same I got out and prowled 
about as long as time would permit, half wondering 
every moment if the ghosts of the two man-eaters 
would spring at me out of the bushes. I wanted 
very much to spend a day or two in the old place, 
but my companions were anxious to push on as 
quickly as possible to better hunting-grounds. I 
took the trouble, however, to wake them out of 
their peaceful slumbers in order to point out to 
them, by the pale moonlight, the strength and 
beauty of the Tsavo bridge; but I fear this delicate 
little attention was scarcely appreciated as_ it 
deserved. Naturally I could not expect them, or 
