CHAPTER X

THE COMPLETION OF THE TSAVO BRIDGE

When all the excitement had died down and there was no longer any dread

of the man-eaters, work went on briskly, and the bridge over the Tsavo

rapidly neared completion. As the piers and abutments progressed in

height, the question of how to lift the large stones into their

positions had to be solved. We possessed no cranes for this purpose, so

I set to work and improvised a shears made of a couple of thirty-foot

rails. These were bolted together at the top, while the other ends were

fixed at a distance of about ten feet apart in a large block of wood.

This contrivance acted capitally, and by manipulation of ropes and

pulleys the heavy stones were swung into position quickly and without

difficulty, so that in a very short time the masonry of the bridge was

completed.

The next business was to span the sixty-foot distance between the piers

with iron girders. As I had neither winches nor sufficient blocks and

tackle to haul these over into position, I was driven to erect

temporary piers in the middle of each span, built up crib-shape of

wooden sleepers. Great wooden beams were stretched across from the

stone piers to these cribs, and laid with rails; and the girder was run

over its exact place, while still on the trucks in which it had been

brought up from the coast. It was next "jacked" up from the trucks,

which were hauled away empty, the temporary bridge was dismantled, and

the girder finally lowered gently into position. When the last girder

was thus successfully placed, no time was lost in linking up the

permanent way, and very soon I had the satisfaction of seeing the first

train cross the finished work.

Curiously enough, only a day or so after the bridge had been completed

and the intermediate cribs cleared away, a tremendous rain-storm broke

over the country. The river started to rise rapidly, soon flooding its

banks and becoming a raging murky torrent, tearing up trees by the

roots and whirling them along like straws. Steadily higher and higher

rose the flood, and standing on my bridge, I watched expectantly for

the two temporary trolley bridges--which, it will be remembered, we had

built across the stream in order to bring stone and sand to the main

work--to give way before the ever-rising volume of water. Nor had I

long to wait; for I soon caught sight of a solid mass of palm stems and

railway sleepers sweeping with almost irresistible force round the bend

of the river 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 a rending 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 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 against the cutwaters of my stone

piers. The shock was great, but to my immense satisfaction the bridge

took it without a tremor, and I saw the remnant of the temporary

crossings swirl through the great spans and quickly disappear on its

journey to the ocean. I confess that I witnessed the whole occurrence

with a thrill of pride.

We were never long without excitement of some kind or another at Tsavo.

When the camp was not being attacked by man-eating lions, it was

visited by leopards, hyenas, wild dogs, wild cats, and other

inhabitants of the jungle around us. These animals did a great deal of

damage to the herds of sheep and goats which were kept to supply the

commissariat, and there was always great rejoicing when a capture was

made in one of the many traps that were laid for them.

Leopards especially are most destructive, often killing simply for

pleasure and not for food: and I have always harboured animosity

towards them since the night when one wantonly destroyed a whole herd

of mine. I happened at the time to have a flock of about thirty sheep

and goats which I kept for food and for milk, and which were secured at

sundown in a grass hut at one corner of my boma. One particularly dark

night we were startled by a tremendous commotion in this shed, but as

this was before the man-eaters were killed, no one dared stir out to

investigate the cause of the disturbance. I naturally thought that the

intruder was one of the "demons," but all I could do was to fire

several shots in the direction of the hut, hoping to frighten him away.

In spite of these, however, it was some time before the noise died down

and everything became still again. As soon as it was dawn I went to the

shed to see what had happened, and there, to my intense anger, I found

every one of my sheep and goats lying stretched dead, on the ground

with its throat bitten through. A hole had been made through the frail

wall of the shed, and I saw from this and from the tracks all round

that the author of the wholesale slaughter had been a leopard. He had

not eaten one of the flock, but had killed them all out of pure love of

destruction.

I hoped that he would return the next night to make a meal; and should

he do so, I determined to have my revenge. I accordingly left the

carcases exactly as they lay, and having a very powerful steel

trap--like an enormous rat-trap, and quite strong enough to hold a

leopard if he should put his foot in it--I placed this in the opening

into the shed and secured it by a stout chain to a long stake driven

into the ground outside. Darkness found everyone in my boma on the

alert and listening anxiously to hear the noise the leopard would make

the moment he was caught in the trap. Nor were we disappointed, for

about midnight we heard the click of the powerful spring, followed

immediately by frantic roaring and plunging. I had been sitting all

evening with my rifle by my side and a lantern lighted, so I

immediately rushed out, followed by the chaukidar (watchman) carrying

the lamp. As we approached the shed, the leopard made a frantic spring

in our direction as far as the chain would allow him, and this so

frightened the chaukidar that he fled in terror, leaving me in utter

darkness. The night was as black as had been the previous one, and I

could see absolutely nothing; but I knew the general direction in which

to fire and accordingly emptied my magazine at the beast. As far as I

could make out, he kept dodging in and out through the broken wall of

the goat-house; but in a short time my shots evidently told, as his

struggles ceased and all was still. I called out that he was dead, and

at once everyone in the boma turned out, bringing all the lanterns in

the place. With the others came my Indian overseer, who shouted that he

too wanted revenge, as some of the goats had belonged to him. Whereupon

he levelled his revolver at the dead leopard, and shutting his eyes

tightly, fired four shots in rapid succession. Naturally not one of

these touched the beast, but they caused considerable consternation

amongst the onlookers, who scattered rapidly to right and left. Next

morning a party of starving Wa Kamba happened to be passing just as I

was about to skin the leopard, and asked by means of signs to be

allowed to do the job for me and then to take the meat. I of course

assented to this proposal, and in a very few minutes the skin had been

neatly taken off, and the famishing natives began a ravenous meal on

the raw flesh.

Wild dogs are also very destructive, and often caused great losses

among our sheep and goats. Many a night have I listened to these

animals hunting and harrying some poor creature of the wilds round my

camp; they never relinquish a chase, and will attack anything, man or

beast, when really driven by hunger. I was at Tsavo Station one

day--unfortunately without my rifle--when one of these dogs came up and

stood within about thirty yards of me. He was a fine-looking beast,

bigger than a collie, with jet-black hair and a white-tipped bushy

tail. I was very sorry that I had not brought my rifle, as I badly

wanted a specimen and never had another chance of obtaining one.

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