After The Long And Fatiguing Day My Bathe In A Clear Shady Pool Was A Real Delight, But I Might Not Have Enjoyed It Quite So Much If I Had Known Then Of The Terrible Fate Which Awaited One Of My Followers In The Same River The Next Day.

By the time I got back to camp supper was ready and fully appreciated.

The tireless Mahina had also collected some dry grass for my bed, and I turned in at once, with my rifle handy, and slept the sleep of the just, regardless of all the wild beasts in Africa.

At dawn Mabruki roused me with a cup of steaming hot coffee and some biscuits, and a start was at once made on our return journey to Tsavo. The place where we had struck the Sabaki the previous evening was some miles further down the stream than I had ever been before, so I decided to take advantage of the Masai trail along its bank until the Tsavo River was reached. I did not think we should meet with any further adventure on our way home, but in the wilds the unexpected is always happening. Shortly after we started one of the Wa Kamba went down to the river's edge to fill his calabash with water, when a crocodile suddenly rose up out of the stream, seized the poor fellow and in a moment had dragged him in. I was on ahead at the time and so did not witness the occurrence, but on hearing the cries of the others I ran back as quickly as possible - too late, however, to see any sign of either crocodile or native.

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