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THE MAN-EATERS OF TSAVO CHAP. 



some little distance above the bridge. This I knew 

 was the debris of the trolley crossing furthest up 

 the river. On it came, and with it an additional 

 bank of stormy-looking water. I held my breath 

 for the space of a moment as it actually leaped at 

 the second frail structure ; there was a dull thud and 



ONE OF THE TROLLEY LINES AFTER THE FLOOD. 



a rerrding and riving of timbers, and then the flood 

 rolled on towards me, leaving not a vestige of the 

 two bridges behind it. The impact, indeed, was so 

 great that the rails were twisted round the broken 



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tree-trunks as if they had been so much ordinary 

 wire. The double tier of wreckage now swept 

 forward, and hurled itself with a sullen plunge 



