CHAPTER IV. 



liwonde to fort melangani in the kudu haunts 



— '* cooky's" exploits as a guide. 



On this our fourth morning we got off by 7 a.m., 

 our destination being the village of Manga, a few 

 miles to the north of the Shire river, where we 

 hoped to find kudu. 



A and I separated on reaching the high 



road; I went straight to Liwonde Boma with the 

 caravan, whilst he made a round in search of game. 

 He shot a bushbuck and saw a large herd of eland, 

 but did not interfere with them. I reached Liwonde, 

 a clean, well laid-out station, the headquarters of 

 the district, in about an hour-and-a-half, and called 

 on the Resident, Mr. Cardew, who kindly invited 

 me to make use of his house during the heat of the 

 day. Here A joined me an hour or so later. 



The Resident's house, standing in well-kept 

 gardens, the verandah covered with masses of purple 

 bougainvillaea all in bloom, was prettily situated on 

 rising ground facing the Shire river, a quarter of 

 a mile or more distant. A mosquito-proof room 

 jutting out in front like a conservatory afforded a 

 refuge from the mosquitoes, which were awful. I 

 have never seen anything to equal them. The 

 ordinary mosquito is fairly regular in his habits 



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