Broken Hill to Beira 



never lost any of our property, and was strictly 

 honest so far as we could judge. He was, besides, 

 a bit of a sportsman and a good skinner. 



** Cooky" was first-rate, except when acting in 

 the capacity of guide ; and Franco was, I think, the 

 best personal servant we ever had. 



The train, composed of the usual corridor 

 carriages, was comfortable enough. Every evening 

 at 6 o'clock we halted for the night, starting again 

 at 6 A.M. punctually. The first day's travel was 

 through the usual forest, the second day the 

 country became more open and veldt like, and on 

 the third day we entered a settled district with 

 farms, wagons, cattle and horses — quite strange 

 beasts to us, after so many months in the **fly" 

 belt. At the stations we were able to buy eggs 

 and chickens from the natives, and later on fresh 

 vegetables. 



So soon as the train stopped for the night Saidi 

 lit a fire by the side of the track and cooked our 

 dinner, which we ate in an empty compartment. 

 The second evening we had the pleasure of the 

 company of a North- West Rhodesian official, who 

 gave us much interesting information about his 

 part of the country. 



At 4 P.M. on the 12th, after a fairly rapid drop 

 from the plateau into the Zambesi valley, we 

 reached Livingstone, the seat of the North- West 

 Rhodesian administration, a neat and pretty town 

 as far as we could see. The station was crowded 

 with all sorts of people, among them well-dressed 

 English ladies. Evidently the arrival of a train 



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