SPORT IN MOZAMBIQUE 



Provided with a guide, I arrive the following 

 morning at the river Moezi, which, fortunately, has 

 already fallen six feet, since without this we should 

 have been unable to cross. As it is, the passage 

 takes a couple of hours, as the current is rapid and 

 the bottom bad. We have at times the water up to 

 our necks. We march all day and hope to-morrow 

 to reach Tambarara, the head-quarters of the district, 

 when, on reaching the banks of the Vunduzi, I find 

 that it is impossible to cross. My disappointment 

 is great, for I have no longer anything to eat My 

 provisions, calculated for a journey of eight days, 

 are exhausted, despite the economy that has been 

 exercised. I am reduced to the following very simple 

 menu : — boiled maize, and as a change, broiled maize. 

 Tempted by the offer of a large reward, a man of the 

 village, after numerous attempts, succeeds in crossing 

 the river : he is the bearer of two letters, the one 

 to the commandant of the district, who I beg to send 

 me some provisions, and the other to my wife, who 

 must be very anxious. Two days later, thanks to a 

 cord and basket I have managed to rig up, I am enabled 

 to replenish my larder. In another two days, the 

 river having fallen, we succeed in crossing the Vunduzi. 

 A march of forty kilometres, interrupted by fourteen 

 crossings of streams, lands me at Tambarara, after 

 having traversed the magnificent forest stretching 

 between the M'kulumazi and the M'eodza. Hospit- 

 ably received by the commandant, Mr. Bivar and his 



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