Kazembe to Mpika 



On the road we saw a number of iswalah, or 

 impala — beautiful, deer-like antelope with shiny red 

 coats — they are very good to eat. When sur- 

 prised, they are said to be extraordinary '*Ieapers," 

 though I myself never saw them do anything more 

 than gallop off. Compared with the East African 

 variety, these North-East Rhodesian impala, though 

 of much the same size and colour, carry very poor 



heads, consequently A only shot them when 



we were in want of meat. 



We were a very long time reaching Ndombo, 

 not getting in till near noon, and were glad to find 

 our tents pitched in a pleasant spot on the high 

 bank overlooking the river. Notwithstanding a 

 nice wind, the day was intensely hot, and I was 

 unable to unpack or do anything but' rest until 

 sundown. 



A black hunter living in Ndombo village, who 

 had been recommended to us, promised us buffalo if 

 we would move about a day's march eastward of 



the road, and A would much have liked to 



have gone; but the heat, combined with the un- 

 reliability of native promises, decided us to push 

 on. We were still hoping for great things on the 

 Muchinga plateau. 



In the evening A went out and shot a 



bushbuck, a beautiful little animal standing about 

 twenty-seven inches high, with a grey, spotted skin 

 and no stripes. The beast was lighter in colour 

 and had a finer, smaller head than is usual in the 

 bushbuck tribe. This colouring may have been 

 due to the summer coat he carried, or the hot 



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