150 THROUGH ANGOLA 



hilly, covered with scant grass and open forest. 

 The game, while similar in variety, is even scarcer 

 here than on the Coporollo. 



After hunting unsuccessfully towards the source 

 of the Chingaloi, which rises in some hills to the 

 east, we continued our march south again, reaching 

 the Mujambo River late at night. Here I found 

 my friends Cunhia and Tuscano encamped near the 

 junction of the Mujambo with its parent stream, 

 the Hanja, which itself flows into the Coporollo. 

 Both river-beds near our camp were dry, though 

 clear water could be found just below the sand, 

 and the beds of the river were full of water-holes 

 dug by men and beasts. 



Tracks showed the presence of a large number of 

 elephant, mainly females and young, but all my 

 attempts on two days to photograph them failed, 

 for the few natives who knew the country were 

 afraid of them, and refused to carry rifle or camera 

 anywhere near a herd, which cannot be done by a 

 white man alone, tracking at the same time. The 

 difficulty and danger were increased by the fact 

 that these elephants were protected, heavy pen- 

 alties being enforced if one was shot, and it was 

 difficult to photograph without running the risk of 

 being charged, and having to shoot in self-defence. 



After trying for a time to carry both camera 

 and rifle, I had to give up all idea of photography, 

 and continue the march south from the Mujambo 

 River for Quillenges. We marched late in the 

 evenings, and before daylight in the mornings, 

 to avoid the heat, and rested under trees at mid- 

 dav. 



