Lilongwe 



road to Kalolo, somewhat to the men's disgust, I 

 fancy, for they had hoped for two or three days' rest 

 in the Boma, or rather in the large native village 

 in the vicinity. 



Mr. Gordon most kindly lent us an extra police 

 capitao he happened to have available to look after 

 the Lilongwe boys, who in consequence gave less 

 trouble than any men we had with us throughout 

 our journey, and to assist us with the Achepeta 

 natives, whose capacity for lying, whose laziness and 

 disinclination to assist travellers is proverbial. 



After lunch we discussed our plans, and Mr. 

 Gordon kindly sketched out the route which he 

 thought would give us the best chance of obtaining 

 sport. He advised us to march via Kalolo to the 

 head waters of the Bua, to follow the course of that 

 river so far as its junction with the Karuzi, and 

 thence via Chetunde Hill to the Livelezi and Fort 

 Jameson. 



We left the Boma at 4.30 P.M. and reached our 

 camp at 6 P.M. to find everything ready for us. The 

 air on the plateau seemed cool and pleasant after 

 the heat of Lilongwe. 



We had arranged to hire a native machilla for 

 John to travel in, but through some mischance he 

 missed it and walked the whole eight miles on his 

 swollen foot without uttering a complaint. The 

 black man is a curious mixture ; he will make a lot 

 of fuss over a scratch and ignore a serious wound. 

 In a large caravan casualties are fairly frequent, 

 and the natives, though they have excellent 

 remedies of their own, always look to the white 



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