NORTH-WESTERN RHODESIA 19 



At Livingstone I had to say good-bye to the 

 luxurious Zambesi express, and started on the 

 journey northwards in a less comfortable coach. 

 There was no more of the dining-saloon luxury 

 after Livingstone, and unless you would go hungry 

 to Broken Hill it was necessary to lay in a good 

 stock of food. 



The Broken Hill train did not recognize time 

 to any material extent, and there are cases on 

 record of engine-drivers wounding buck and halt- 

 ing the " Congo Express " for two or three hours 

 to hunt down their game, a practice most em- 

 phatically to be discouraged for many reasons. 



Kalomo, then the seat of the administration 

 of North-Western Rhodesia, was situated about 

 three miles from the railway station, and a 

 traveller's impressions of this " metropolis " 

 gathered from a passing train were not very 

 favourable. From all I could learn Kalomo 

 was extremely unhealthy. It is built on a sub- 

 stratum of granite, which exists here chiefly 

 in the form of small cups and depressions, and 

 thus conserves water, mosquitoes and malaria. 

 It is not altogether to be wondered at that 

 the capital has since been removed to sandy 

 Livingstone. 



Early the morning after leaving Livingstone we 

 were at the Kafue, gazing upon the broad and 

 majestic river, over a quarter of a mile broad, 

 and spanned by the longest bridge in Africa. 



One cannot but have the highest admiration 

 for the pluck, the energy, and the perseverance 

 of those men who pushed the railway on from 

 the Zambesi in the face of transport difficulties, 

 fever, and a thousand and one other obstacles. 

 But the work has beenjdone, and sceptics, who re- 

 gard the Cape to Cairo scheme as the hare-brained 



