THE GRAND FALLS, TANA RIVER. 



CHAPTER XXVII 



THE FINDING OF THE NEW ELAND 



DURING the early part of last year (1906) I 

 revisited the scene of my former labours and adven- 

 tures on a shooting trip. Unfortunately the train by 

 which I travelled up from Mombasa reached Tsavo 

 at midnight, but all the same I got out and prowled 

 about as long as time would permit, half wondering 

 every moment if the ghosts of the two man-eaters 

 would spring at me out of the bushes. I wanted 

 very much to spend a day or two in the old place, 

 but my companions were anxious to push on as 

 quickly as possible to better hunting-grounds. I 

 took the trouble, however, to wake them out of 

 their peaceful slumbers in order to point out to 

 them, by the pale moonlight, the strength and 

 beauty of the Tsavo bridge ; but I fear this delicate 

 little attention was scarcely appreciated as it 

 deserved. Naturally I could not expect them, or 



