SPORT IN MOZAMBIQUE 



In the village I engaged two sons of this great man, 

 who were named Joaqui and Maquina. The former 

 has already acted as guide to several hunters. With 

 one of them he helped to kill two rhinoceroses, with 

 another he was more recently witness of a dramatic 

 episode. His master, a Frenchman and an old 

 colonist, had come to the tendos to hunt lions. One 

 morning he had been lucky enough to find a troop of 

 ten lions where he had set a bait and so rapidly killed 

 four of them. Unfortunately he had wounded a fifth 

 lion, which had taken refuge in the high grass. He 

 was imprudent enough to follow this animal into the 

 jungle, in spite of the warnings of his men. He found 

 himself face to face with the brute, which sprang on 

 him before he could fire and mangled him fearfully 

 before leaving. The negroes, who had fled, returned, 

 took up the wounded man and carried him to Bamboo 

 Creek, whence he was sent to the hospital at Beira. 

 He died there three days later. 



A four hours' march through thick bush, brought 

 us to the tendo of the Sungwe. The Sungwe is only a 

 continuation of a number of streams of which the most 

 important is the M'sicatzi. Before us, so far as the 

 eye can reach, the horizon is black with game. There 

 are from four to five thousand gnus, about 1,500 

 zebras, seven or eight hundred waterbuck, and two 

 or three hundred palas scattered about on this vast 

 plain. As we went along, in order to try a Mauser I 

 had just bought, I killed a wart-hog * and we pitched 



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