SHOOTING TRIP IN NORTHWESTERN 

 RHODESIA 



In the first week of July, 1908, I left England 

 by the Union Castle liner Kenilworth for a shoot- 

 ing trip in Northwestern Rhodesia, arriving at 

 Victoria Falls on the Zambesi just three weeks 

 from the day I sailed. The seventeen-day voyage, 

 broken by a day at Madeira, was very pleasant, 

 the weather being clear and warm, the sea smooth, 

 the passengers most agreeable. The days passed 

 quickly, with cricket on deck in the afternoon and 

 dances gotten up by a lot of young people almost 

 every evening. A comfortable train meets the 

 boat on arrival, and I was soon ascending the 

 mountains back of Cape Town and getting my 

 first taste of South Africa as, wearing overcoat, 

 gloves and traveling rug, I shivered in the cold 

 mountain air, looking at the snow covered peaks 

 on each side of the track. 



Then we came to the Karroo, once teeming with 

 game a great table-land, stretching north from 

 the mountains, with its kopjes sharply outlined in 



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