Mpika to Kopas 



acters who had been insubordinate on the line of 

 march, and whose continued presence with our 

 caravan might have proved a source of mischief. 



Next morning, the loth, saw us early on the 

 road. Just as we were starting, a fine looking 

 native from the last village strode into camp, 

 carrying our clumsy bundle of skins on his head. 

 He agreed to come on to Kopas without a murmur, 

 and carried his load throughout the rather long 

 march in a way that elicited our admiration. We 

 did our best to induce him to accompany us to 

 Broken Hill, but he would not ; he had already 

 earned his hut-tax, and wished to return to his 

 village. 



An incident occurred on this march which was 

 to cause us considerable anxiety in the future. 

 Two Angonies overtook the caravan, and presented 

 me with a note addressed to the A. L. C. at Broken 

 Hill. I demurred at first to looking at it, but, as 

 John explained to me that it referred to some 

 property of ours that the Angonies had with them, 

 I opened it and found sure enough that it contained 

 the invoice for the box we had left behind at Fort 

 Jameson to be sent direct to Broken Hill. As 



A was not at hand, having preceded me, and 



as the matter appeared complicated, I told the men 

 to follow on, which they did. 



Our march proved rather long and tedious, up 

 hill and down dale, along the narrow native track, 

 passing from dry forest to dry dambo, and from dry 

 dambo to dry forest, and though there were in- 

 dications of early spring in the foliage, there were 



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