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Some little time after this, while one of these 

 same friends (Mr. C. Rawson) happened to be again 

 at Tsavo, we were sitting after dark under the 

 verandah of my hut. I wanted something from my 

 tent, and sent Meeanh, my Indian chaukidar, to 

 fetch it. He was going off in the dark to do so, 



"THE ANTELOPE SWINGING BY HIS FEET." 



when I called him back and told him to take a 

 lantern for fear of snakes. This he did, and as soon 

 as he got to the door of the tent, which was only a 

 dozen yards off, he called out frantically, " Art, 

 Sahib, hurra saiip hai ! " (" Oh, Master, there is a 

 big snake here ! ") 



"Where?" I shouted. 



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