20 HALT FOR THE NIGHT. 



large Portuguese stockade; now, however, nothing re- 

 mamed but a naked flagstaiF and a few poles. Here 

 the Quilimane river joins the Zambesi. A little higher 

 up, we visited a native village on the west bank, 

 where we found several men who had been formerly 

 employed by Livingstone, and who spoke a few 

 words of English. Amongst them was a man who 

 had been one of the " head men," named Johngiti. 

 He, and, in fact, all the natives here, were glad to see 

 us. We were informed that the Portuguese had all 

 been driven away from Shupanga by the Landeens 

 (Mavite). This was a bore, as we had hoped for 

 their assistance in obtaining a crew to take us up to 

 the Murchison Cataracts on the Shire. However, 

 Johngiti said he would come and get us as many men 

 as we required. 



We halted here for the night, and taking a native 

 with me, I went over to the other side of the river 

 to look for a shot. I had not gone far, when I saw 

 two fine waterbuck feeding. After a long stalk, dur- 

 ing which I was driven nearly mad with mosquitoes, 

 I killed the largest on the spot at eighty yards. 

 Frightened by the report, the smaller one rushed 

 straight at me (I being partly concealed in the long 

 grass), and fell an easy prey to the left barrel of Rig- 

 by 10, the ball hitting him in the forehead, and pass- 

 ing through the brain. The native who acccom- 

 panied me was perfectly astounded, and signified his 

 satisfaction by gesticulating in the most extraordinary 

 manner for some time. I then returned to the boats. 



Next morning, while tracking the boats up to Shu- 

 panga, my boat with seven men at the rope leading. 



