2 THE MAN-EATERS OF TSAVO CHAP. 



thing looked fresh and green, and an oriental 

 glamour of enchantment seemed to hang over the 

 island. The old town was bathed in brilliant sun- 

 shine and reflected itself lazily on the motionless sea; 

 its flat roofs and dazzlingly white walls peeped out 



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dreamily between waving palms and lofty cocoanuts, 

 huge baobabs and spreading mango trees ; and the 

 darker background of well-wooded hills and slopes 

 on the mainland formed a very effective setting to a 

 beautiful and, to me, unexpected picture. 



The harbour was plentifully sprinkled with Arab 

 dhows, in some of which, I believe, even at the 



