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[[preprinted]] Sunday, February 21, 1909  [[/preprinted]]

For five short miles, I think the Zanzibar railroad must really be the most interesting line in the world. I never saw more novelty, oddity and prettiness in five miles, before in all me young life. 
We hopped the freight in front of the Sultan's palace,– a most curious train it was, too, on a gauge about three-and-a-half feet wide, an engine something like the old "elevated" engines in New York, and cars more like our streetcars than anything else.

The first mile or so the railroad runs through the streets of the town,– right through the bazar,– where one can put one's arms out of the window and touch

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[[preprinted]] Monday, February 22, 1909  [[/preprinted]]

the houses on either side. How they ever manage to run through there without killing a dozen or more kids every trip, is beyond me. 

After clearing the town, the line runs along the shore to Bububu, which is about five miles to the north, and it is useless to try to describe the beauty of it. The white beach and clear blue water on one side, and the groves of palms and mango-trees on the other, with the clear blue sky overhead, make a picture not easy to forget.

There may be prettier tropical spots in the world than Zanzibar, but there can't be many. The place has cast it's spell over one chicken, at least.