CHAPTER XVII. 



BRITISH CENTRAL AFRICA. 



A FTER a few days' rest at Kituta, I said good- 

 bye to my kind host and started for the mouth 

 of the Zambesi. Here I at once realised the per- 

 fection of porter arrangements as evolved by the 

 African Lakes Corporation. No more wearisome 

 marching was required ; instead one was swung 

 rapidly along in a roomy hammock or machila by 

 a crew of eight men, who replaced one another 

 frequently. The journey across the Stevenson 

 Road to Nyassa was, however, anything but plea- 

 sant. 



I had noticed a sort of haze over my eyes 

 for two or three days, but when I started this 

 developed into iritis so severe that I had to spend 

 a fortnight almost in complete darkness. I used 

 to remove my bandage for a second or two, in 

 spite of the intolerable pain that followed, to look 

 at the country, but naturally I could not see very 

 much. 



The Stevenson Road is now badly overgrown 



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