CHAPTER XII 
Recover our stolen goats—Overburdened with goods—Suspicions—Shoot enor¬ 
mous koodoo—Matambanja’s a long way off—I am fearfully scared by baboons 
while hunting hippo in the moonlight—Creeks running inland from the 
river—Kill sable antelope—Sable antelope and lions—Jeluka’s old drift— 
Shoot rooi buck in burning forest—Long-range shooting—Bearers lazy from 
overfeeding—Typical rhinoceros hunt—More meat—Peculiar insects—The 
Loengwe river. 
Moheni’s son, who had remained with us to the last, bade us 
farewell next day (July the 31st), and we made a start, luckily 
arranging to keep the canoe, into which we put the superfluous 
loads, to be sent on by water. 
Our course now was north-west, hut as the river sends out 
several offshooting creeks between the sand hills, we had to 
keep some distance from the actual river hank, and traverse the 
abrupt sand-belts, here over a hundred feet high, between the 
valleys. 
For the first time since starting, our goats went astray, and 
we were obliged to call a halt, after going seven and a half miles, 
to send out to look for them. Before us was a large open flat, 
occupied by round knolls covered with bushes, amongst which 
several troops of game were visible; and while we were waiting, 
Hammar went out and shot a letzwee buck—just enough meat 
to supply a supper. The flesh of this buck is very good eating, 
though somewhat dry; but the liver and intestines are infested 
by a flat, white, short worm, which makes the meal somewhat 
unappetising. 
I proposed to go on ahead to Matambanja’s alone to arrange 
the preliminaries for our further journey westward—for we were 
losing much valuable time travelling so slowly—and let Hammar 
come along with the goods afterwards. Hammar, however, over- 
