PORTUGUESE EAST AFRICA 59 



Next day we lunched beneath the shade of a 

 large tree which is known to all the natives on 

 the Ruenya as N'Tondo Nyam Pondo (the place 

 where the pound was lost). It is so named be- 

 cause some years ago a white man lost a pound 

 whilst camped beneath it. 



With a view to its recovery he got natives from 

 all the surrounding villages to hunt for the lost 

 sovereign. One pound, or 4,500 reis, means a 

 great deal to a Portuguese East African *' boy," 

 and that search will be for long remembered. The 

 memory of the thing is immortalized in the name 

 of the tree. 



At dusk the caravan reached Chambrugas, foot- 

 sore and weary. Some little distance from 

 Chambrugas the Mazoe and the Ruenya join, 

 and a broad, yet very placid sheet flows Zambesi- 

 wards to the east. 



Chambrugas is indeed one of the most beautiful 

 spots I have ever seen. The river, so broad, so 

 still, rests in a setting of emerald verdure, and 

 the whole scene is strangely reminiscent of those 

 lovely lakes of Killarney which are the jewels of 

 Erin. 



We crossed the Ruenya at dawn on the backs 

 of the donkeys, and at night slept in a dried-up 

 river-bed. 



The traffic on the road told us that at last we 

 were nearing Tete, and next mid-day, from the 

 hills of Kaliwera, we saw below us the white 

 buildings of the quaint old-world town of 

 " N'Ungwe," as it is named by the natives. 



The Zambesi, dancing with sun spangles, swept 

 past it, and in the afternoon we marched down the 

 Aveneida de Freria d' Andrade, a foot- worn, weary 

 cavalcade. 



Tete is no new East African town like Fort 



