CHAPTER III 



AMONGST THE WAHA AND BARUNDI — UP THE VALLEY OF THE 

 MALAGARASI TO LAKE CHOHOA 



Fifty or sixty heathen souls with half a hundred loads — 

 A gibbering, dusky throng that rolls along the Northern Roads — 

 A tattered hanimock, and the rest — ue know it, stick and stone, 

 We who have left the pleasant West in yearning for our own." 



The Caravan. Verse L 



AS our caravan needed some adjustment as regards 

 the work to be allotted to each individual, etc., a short 

 trek of only a few miles was accomplished on the first 

 day, to an abandoned German station named theRushugi Post. 

 It is usual on a lengthy expedition such as I was making 

 to have a white subordinate to help in these matters, but 

 we had none, so that the task my wife and myself set our- 

 selves was no light one. To begin with, there were from 

 seventy to eighty people, all very hungry, who had to be 

 fed and at times their ailments attended to. There was 

 the packing and unpacking of loads and selecting of suitable 

 camp sites ; there was the water and wood supply to be 

 seen to ; the native insect collectors to be sent out in the 

 most favourable directions, their killing bottles, boxes, pins 

 and nets to be attended to and their and our captures to 

 be put away each night and notes made concerning them, 

 and a diary written up ; added to this there were photographs 

 and kinematographs to be taken and developed and atten- 

 tion given to the apparatus and accessories, also there was 

 the correspondence and posting of insects and films to England. 

 In the dry weather all was plain sailing, but on approaching 



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