Broken Hill to Beira 



never lost any of our property, and was strictly 

 honest so far as we could judge. He was, besides, 

 a bit of a sportsman and a good skinner. 



" Cooky " was first-rate, except when acting in 

 the capacity of guide ; and Franco was, I think, the 

 best personal servant we ever had. 



The train, composed of the usual corridor 

 carriages, was comfortable enough. Every evening 

 at 6 o'clock we halted for the night, starting again 

 at 6 A.M. punctually. The first day's travel was 

 through the usual forest, the second day the 

 country became more open and veldt like, and on 

 the third day we entered a settled district with 

 farms, wagons, cattle and horses quite strange 

 beasts to us, after so many months in the "fly" 

 belt. At the stations we were able to buy eggs 

 and chickens from the natives, and later on fresh 

 vegetables. 



So soon as the train stopped for the night Saidi 

 lit a fire by the side of the track and cooked our 

 dinner, which we ate in an empty compartment. 

 The second evening we had the pleasure of the 

 company of a North- West Rhodesian official, who 

 gave us much interesting information about his 

 part of the country. 



At 4 P.M. on the I2th, after a fairly rapid drop 

 from the plateau into the Zambesi valley, we 

 reached Livingstone, the seat of the North- West 

 Rhodesian administration, a neat and pretty town 

 as far as we could see. The station was crowded 

 with all sorts of people, among them well-dressed 

 English ladies. Evidently the arrival of a train 



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