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Title: My travels in North West Rhodesia : or, A missionary journey of sixteen thousand miles
Year: 1910 (1910s)
Authors: Butt, G. E
Subjects: Missionaries -- Zambia Missions -- Zambia Zambia -- Description and travel
Publisher: London : Dalton
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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.Their aim is record heads, and the slaughterthey make is something dreadful. We also passed a trader, visiting thevillages to buy oxen. His average price is£2 per head. This is sometimes paid inmoney, and at otheic times in calico. The Kafue is a fine river. Where we crossto-day is about 200 miles higher up than therailway station. Here from bank to bank isabout 500 yards; but the river is low at thisseason, as there has been no rain since lastMarch. On the north side quite 50 yards ofthe bed is dry sand. Then the water begins;shallow at first, then about knee deep; and onthe south side to the bed of our waggon.The bottom is at first coarse sand; then itthickens until it is fine gravel. Where weentered the river the approach is easy.Indeed, the natives have made gardens downto the waters edge; but on the south side thebank is deep and steep; at least one in two.Our oxen passed over the dry sand with greatlabour. They took the water bravely; butwhen about 20 yards in they stuck fast.
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KAFUE TO NKALA. 135 There was nothing for it but to unload thewaggon. Accordingly all the boys werecalled up, and everything had to be carriedon their heads to the other side. This tooknearly two hours, and the sun was gettinglow, and we began to feel anxious that weshould not extricate the waggon before dark.We now made a good start, and after manytries reached the south side. Now our realtrouble began. The front wheels ran into thesoft bank, and would not rise. A council ofwar was called. The last thing that meantweight was carried ashore. When all oureffects were cleared out, first Mrs. Kerswell,and then myself, were carried high and dryon a sturdy natives shoulders; and even thenthe waggon still stuck, and we began to thinkwe should have to take it to pieces, and carryit up bit by bit. By this time the sun wasdown, and out here darkness soon follows.There was still time for a final effort. Anox had fallen sick earlier in the day. Thismeant a pair had been out-spanned. Thesewere br

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