Thinking black; 22 years without a break in the long grass of Central ...

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CHAPTER XX
"Great White Lake"
T N which there devolve on the reader
the duty and delight of daring the
first crossing of Lake Mweru in dug-outs,
US DEO, this longest lane in all our wanderings
has its glad turning on the 27th of the month.
With a great gush of gratitude, we fell in with
a tiny tell-tale track gradually growing more defined as
it led us out through a dense forest, thick with the lordly
Ficus Indica and the larger acacia. White with blossom
these latter were, as though holding high festival, the
forest jubilant. Emerging at last, we look down on
Mulangadi's far-stretching sorghum plantations lying in
the rich valley of loam watered by the Lwizi. " Well
done !
" everybody shouts as we realise the real extent of
these sorghum fields, the white tops waving visible as far
as the eye can see. What a cheering coup d'ceil for
famished men I
Mrs. Experience in Africa is, no doubt,
the best because the only teacher, but I regret this
excellent school dame always asks such terribly high fees.
When will one learn even her ABC of expert travel?