CHAPTER VII 
East Africa, Beira, Chimoio—Fire at Lloyd’s Store—Umtali— 
A Saddle-ox — Salisbury — Marandella’s — Locusts— Eland 
and Sable Antelope—The Honey-bird—Lion-bait. 
I know how time will ravage, 
How time will level, and yet 
I long with a longing savage, 
I regret with a fierce regret. 
Apam Linpsay Gorpon. 
HE journey to Chimoio is very inter- 
esting. The train went slowly, never 
more than fifteen miles an_ hour, 
puffing and panting up the inclines. From 
the forty-mile peg the way was all against 
collar, and at one steep place the air swarmed 
with a flight of locusts. Millions of them, on the 
railway lines, everywhere. I am not Ananias 
enough to suggest that they stopped the train 
by weight of numbers, but it is a fact that the 
engine wheels squashed so many of the insects 
that the wheels could not get a grip on the metals, 
and the guard brought sand from a barrel and 
laid it on the metals both sides, which device 
enabled us to proceed. At Chimoio the rail 
ended, and we had to take to a light waggon 
drawn by bullocks. The Hottentot driver of this 
ramshackle concern was frightfully drunk, so 
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