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the camp had as many beds lashed on to it as its 

 branches would bear and sometimes more. I 

 remember that one night when the camp was 

 attacked, so many men swarmed on to one par- 

 ticular tree that down it came with a crash, hurling 

 its terror-stricken load of shrieking coolies close to 

 the very lions they were trying to avoid. Fortu- 

 nately for them, a victim had already been secured, 

 and the brutes were too busy devouring him to pay 

 attention to anything else. 



