THE MAN-EATERS OF TSAVO 



CHAP. 



was told that they were at a place called Kilindini, 

 some three miles away, on the other side of the 

 island. The best way to get there, I was further 

 informed, was by gharri, which I found to be a 

 small trolley, having two seats placed back to back 

 under a little canopy and running on narrow rails 



"THE BEST WAY TO GET THERE . . . WAS BY gharri." 



which are laid through the principal street of the 

 town. Accordingly, I secured one of these vehicles, 

 which are pushed by two strapping Swahili boys, 

 and was soon flying down the track, which once 

 outside the town lay for the most part through 

 dense groves of mango, baobab, banana and palm 

 trees, with here and there brilliantly-coloured 



