A Thousand Miles in a Machilla 



more interesting, but in point of time there is not 

 much difference. 



The voyage to the Cape is at all times a 

 monotonous one, and ours was no exception to the 

 rule ; but after Capetown, our calls at the various 

 coast towns Port Elizabeth, East London, Durban, 

 Lorenzo Marques, and Beira, enabled us to see 

 these interesting places. At Durban we left the 

 Castle Liner and transferred ourselves to the German 

 boat of the Deutsch Oest Afric Line, the only 

 passenger service at that time along the coast. 

 It was from this vessel, the Herzog, that we dis- 

 embarked at Chinde. 



We anchored about twenty miles from the shore, 

 the water being too shallow to admit of an ocean- 

 going steamer coming any closer. Passengers and 

 baggage are landed in powerful tugs belonging to 

 the Deutsch Oest Afric Line, as only vessels of 

 very light draught can get over the bar. We were 

 fortunate in having a fine day, and except for the 

 ocean swell the sea was fairly smooth ; in bad 

 weather a heavy sea is often met with on this part 

 of the coast. 



The tug came alongside almost immediately after 

 we had anchored ; the embarking passengers were 

 first slung on board in a basket, and their luggage in 

 large nets. Next came the turn of the disembark- 

 ing passengers, and it was not without fear and 

 trepidation that we saw all our worldly goods, 

 including the precious rifles, first whisked high in 

 the air and then bumped on to the deck of the 

 tug. There had been some fun previously over the 



