Fort Jameson to Nawalia 



be killed on the licence. It is a pity, when one 

 considers the beauty of the animal and its compara- 

 tive rarity. 



In order to avoid wasting a whole day we 

 determined to march that afternoon. The caravan 

 started at 2.30 p.m., and we followed an hour later; 

 but even then the sun was still intensely hot, and 

 as the roof of my machilla and my sun-hat combined 

 did not seem sufficient protection, I held up an 

 umbrella in addition. Our road was down-hill all 

 the way, the descent into the somewhat dreaded 

 Luangwa basin having commenced. 



Soon after dark we came up with the caravan, 

 which had halted in the forest just clear of the high 

 road. Our servants were hard at work pitching the 

 tents, but as yet nothing had been unpacked, and it 

 took us some little time to settle down. An arrival 

 after dark invariably spells confusion and delay. 

 We were both hot, tired, and thirsty, not to say 

 cross, and glad of our dinner when it eventually 

 arrived. 



We resolved to make a double march next day, 

 as no more shooting was to be expected until we 

 reached the Luangwa river. Dawn saw us on the 

 road, and after covering about fifteen miles through 

 dense forest, descending all the way, we arrived 

 about 10 A.M. at Chimenya's village on the Rakasi, 

 a dry river bed with a few water-holes here and 

 there. After purchasing from the villagers some 

 flour for the men, and a goat and some pigeons for 

 ourselves, we sent the caravan on to Kambiris 

 village, where we proposed halting for the night, 



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