CHAPTER IV 



THE MARCH SOUTH TO FIND THE SABLE 



NIGHT and candlp- light found me up and 

 packing, in the little railway carriage 

 where I had slept, while the day was 

 just breaking when I left it to discover if my 

 carriers had been collected for me by the Governor 

 in Mclanje. Of course it was too early to find the 

 Governor up when I went to his house ; but when 

 one has waited five years for a hunting trip, it 

 is hard not to wake early. 



Facing a square in front of the railway station 

 were the Governor's house and oiUces, and the 

 houses and barracks of officials and native troops. 

 Beyond these was a little street of shops and 

 stores ; and beyond the town were hills which 

 looked purple in the gathering light, except where 

 their summits were turning to rose-red from the 

 iirst beams of the rising sun. Not far from 

 Mclanje jungle commenced again, for white men 

 arc only at the beginning 1 of things in Angola. 



It w r as at the second visit that I found the 

 Governor's secretary, for the Governor was away 

 making a new Headquarters for the district, and 



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though the secretary was kindness itself, lie told 

 me thai the carriers could not be ready before 



