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 Banoalla 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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