MY ARRIVAL AT TSAVO 



present day, a few slaves are occasionally smuggled 

 off to Persia and Arabia. It has always been a 

 matter of great wonder to me how the navigators of 

 these little vessels find their way from port to port, 

 as they do, without the aid of either compass or 

 sextant, and how they manage to weather the 



"\VEU.-\VOODED HILLS AND SLOPES ON THE MAINLAND. 



terrible storms that at certain seasons of the year 

 suddenly visit eastern seas. I remember once coming 

 across a dhow becalmed in the middle of the Indian 

 Ocean, and its crew making signals of distress, our 

 captain slowed down to investigate. There were 

 four men on board, all nearly dead from thirst ; they 

 had been without drink of any kind for several days 



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