XXVIII.] ELEPHANT SHOOTING. 361 



CHAPTER XXVIIL 



Ulunda. — Born in Slavery. — Elephant Ragout. — Alvez dodges Me. — Compelled to 

 follow Him. — The Walunda. — A Dirty Race. — Curious Fare. — Returning Thanks. 

 — Remarkably Small Huts. — I drop into a Pitfall. — My Rifle gives Satisfaction. — 

 Zebra. — A Cold Dip. — Ice in August. — Lovale People pushing eastward. — Coward- 

 ly Demeanor of Bihe Men. — Kafundango. — Escape of a Slave-gang. — Their Cruel 

 Treatment. — Maternal Affection. — Savage Manners of Lovale Men. — Extortion. — 

 Rudeness of Dress. — Clever Iron -workers. — Arrow-heads and Hatchets. — Beef 

 once again, but not for Me. — Numerous Fetiches. — The Zambesi and Kassabe. — 

 Interlocking of their Systems. — Available for Traffic. — Mode of fishing. — Katende 

 in State. — Recollection of Livingstone. — The Legend of Lake Dilolo. 



Ulunda is a long and narrow strip of country — about a liun- July, 

 dred miles wide at the point where we entered it, lying between 18'?5- 

 the fifth and twelfth degrees of south latitude. The principal 

 portion of the inhabitants are Walunda, but Mata Yafa, his im- 

 mediate retainers and some of the governors of districts, are 

 Warua. The villages are small and few and far between, and 

 the greater part of the country is still primeval forest. 



After one march we halted for the sake of some women, who 

 gave promise of an immediate addition to the numbers of the 

 caravan. 



I went out with my gun all day, but returned unsuccessful, 

 not having seen either hoof or feather. Some of Alvez's peo- 

 ple were more fortunate, and shot two small elephants, on which 

 account we remained anotlier day, that the meat might be di- 

 vided. 



I procured a piece of the trunk, for, knowing it was consid- 

 ered a great delicacy, I had rather a curiosity to taste it ; but 

 whether Sambo's cookery did not do justice to this choice mor- 

 sel, or it required some one better versed in gastronomy than 

 I to appreciate its peculiar flavor, certain it was that I never 

 again ventured on another mouthful of elephant ragout. 



The process of cutting up the elephants' carcasses was a scene 



