A RUSH TO THE BUSI 



on berries and grains. As its flight is strong, it is 

 difficult to shoot. When flushed it perches, resting 

 motionless in the midst of foliage, where the most 

 experienced eye cannot detect it ; having let you 

 pass, it suddenly flies back. 



We struck camp at seven o'clock, and by nine 

 reached the river Inyagombe, where we found a 

 sulphurous spring, of which the temperature reached 

 39°C, and of which the odour is such that we shifted 

 our breakfast place. Starting again in an hour, we 

 camp on the banks of the river Mooma, not far from 

 the village of Sevensa. Disturbed by a violent storm, 

 we do not start till ten o'clock, and reach the village of 

 Mopanga after a march of three hours, traversing 

 a country slightly undulating, covered with thick 

 scrub, and watered by the Inyaromva. 



The next day's journey is taken by a march of 

 eleven hours along the Mutema and terminating at 

 the junction of that river with the Lusitu. That 

 important affluent of the Busi is a hundred yards 

 wide, but its course is interrupted by a veritable chaos 

 of rocks. My porters having exhausted their supply 

 of meal, I take some dynamite cartridges and make 

 a miraculous catch of fish. 



Another stage brings us to the left bank of the 

 Busi. This river, it appears, has a width of about 

 two hundred yards during the rainy season, but now 

 is reduced to one-half. The place where we camp is 

 fairly well wooded ; on the other hand, there extends 



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