CHAPTER XXX 



A FEW THRILLS AT BANGALLA RIVER 



IN 1907, whilst hunting in the neighbourhood 

 of the Lumasuli River, a tributary of the Rovuma, I 

 had become friendly with an old Macua native 

 elephant hunter, called Makakora, and during one 

 of many conversations on the game that was so 

 closely bound up with our lives, he urged me to pay 

 a visit to the Bangalla River where, he assured me, 

 good sport was to be obtained. He promised to 

 conduct me to the elephant district there, simply for 

 the pleasure of seeing a few elephants killed to 

 avenge the deaths of a couple of his hunting 

 companions, who had, some years ago, met their 

 fate in the chase in that locality. Won over by his 

 glowing assurances, I resolved to give the place 

 a trial, and as this narrative will disclose, was not to 

 regret my decision. 



Reaching the Bangalla River about the middle of 

 December, an excellent month for hunting, I 

 formed my main camp at Karanji's village, and got 



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