A Shooting Trip in Northwestern Rhodesia 



the clear atmosphere ; the same kopjes which caused 

 so many "regrettable incidents" in the Boer War; 

 innocent little hills, looking as if they could not 

 hide a rabbit, but in whose folds had hidden many 

 a commando. 



Kimberly and Mafeking, dusty tin towns on a 

 barren plain, were passed, the train reaching Bul- 

 awayo the third morning. Bulawayo is built on 

 the site of Lo Bengula's old capital, but the great 

 Matibili chief lies in an unknown grave, having 

 disappeared badly wounded with a few of his head 

 men. Several attempts have been made to find his 

 last resting place, but always without success. 

 Many stories are still told of the autocratic rule 

 of this man, whose lightest word was law, and who 

 kept in touch with every part of his Empire 

 through messengers, who brought him news of 

 each event. Although harsh and cruel, he never- 

 theless made of the Matibili a nation of perfect 

 physical specimens, brave in warfare and kindly 

 one to another. 



Early the following morning I was up to catch 

 the first glimpse of the great Victoria Falls, and 

 while still more than twenty miles away, could see 

 the rising sun shining on the towering column of 

 spray, which was taken by early travelers for the 

 smoke of bush fires. 



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