ABSTRACT
With a feeling of deep gratitude to H.H. the Administrator and Mrs. Wallace for their great kindness and hospitality, I left Livingstone and boarded the train bound for Kafue. Although the ham had disappeared in so cruel a manner, yet I went forth armed with a tea-basket filled with plenty of food for the journey. On the train was a Native Commissioner, whom I had previously met, and we decided to join food forces and picnic together; he had fish and I had fowl, and so the journey was enlivened with a veritable feast.
