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One such halt was made at a river here called 

 the Catambue, but which is simply the upper 

 course of the Hanja. The custom of giving the 

 one river many names adds further to the diffi- 

 culties of the wretched African traveller, already 

 troubled with inaccurate maps and unreliable 

 native information. On the Catambue I found 

 the tracks of roan, eland, and kudu, and saw a 

 couple of klipspringer jumping from rock to rock 

 of a steep hillside. 



On the sixth day of marching, and nearly 

 100 miles from Catengue, we reached Quillenges, 

 to find Senhor Mendez and receive his welcome 

 hospitality for the five days of our stay. 



From Catengue all the way to Quillenges, I 



had hoped against hope, and waited against time, 



for the twenty carriers whom the Governor of 



Benguella had telegraphed to the Administrator 



of Quillenges to send up to me at Catengue. The 



possibility of missing these carriers on the road 



had had most disastrous effects on my trip. It 



had prevented my stopping to hunt the family 



of lions at Bimbas, had made me struggle on 



slowly with only five or six men, and had kept me 



to the main road when there was better shooting 



on either side of it. The telegram had apparently 



been held up by the telegraph clerk of the post, 



who had put up a very effective one-man strike 



for higher pay. 



The valley of the Calunga River where Quil- 

 lenges lies was covered at this season of the year, 

 the spring, with young green grass, giving excellent 

 grazing to the large herds of cattle, which make 



