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the Indian station-master and his staff are duly 

 grateful. 



The old romantic caravan road is, alas, used 

 no more, and is practically obliterated with jungle 

 growth. The site of my old palm hut and boma 

 (enclosure) would be difficult to find, owing to the 

 dense undergrowth which has enveloped everything 



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"THE MORE PLACID AND BEAUTIFUL STRETCHES OF WATER." 



in its tangled embrace. The river, always fresh and 

 cool, with its palm-bordered fringe of emerald green, 

 runs merrily as ever, the rapids on the up-stream 

 side of the bridge rushing noisily onward to the 

 more placid and beautiful stretches of water 

 which murmur gently the song of the Tsavo on its 

 way to the sea. The bridge, too, stands out as 



