A RUSH TO THE BUSI 



At half-past six the following morning I order the 

 loads to be taken up. One hour from Bamboo Creek 

 we cross the Missinguer6, a dry river, and soon after 

 arrive at Mutuchirra, an affluent of the Pungwe, 

 After a brief halt we start again. On the road, apart 

 from numerous traces of game, I notice the tracks 

 of a couple of lions which passed the previous day. 

 At eleven o'clock we see the villages of Mapanda and 

 Tika-la-bocca. Soon we arrive on the borders of a 

 marsh, which we see again with emotion. It was 

 here that in 1900 we camped for nearly three weeks ; 

 it was here that we tended an unfortunate native, 

 who succumbed in consequence of a terrible struggle 

 with a lioness. But we have still a long stage to 

 accomplish, and we tear ourselves from our remem- 

 brances. At two o'clock we leave behind us the 

 Nyantonga, an affluent of the Mokambeze ; twenty 

 minutes later we pass that river, and at three o'clock 

 arrive at Guenger6, the end of a journey of more than 

 a month. 



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