Montpelier examiner. [volume] (Montpelier, Idaho) 1895-1937, 1913-05-23

ton Of the great Journey, for It was
similar to many another African trip
trip by boat on river and lake. But
once they had reached Karonga their
real difficulties commenced The
motor-launch had to be pushed on its
wheels across the watershed by the
so-called Stevenson road-which Is no
road at all in the generally accepted
meaning OF the word-to Fife and
thence to the Chambesi river. so that
Lake Bangweolo might eventually be
reached. Where Instructions impeded
progress-and there were countless
numbers Of such places-they had to
be overcome. Trees had 20 be felled
streams bridged. hills climbed, and
bush cleared from the self-made path
After days and days of toll In ter
rtfic tropical heat, the voyagers reach
ed the banks of the Chambesi river
and again took to the water courses
This part of the trip was full of dan
gers. unexpected and entirely impos-
sfble to guard against
All went we'll with them until they
had nearly reached the shores OF the
mysterious Lake Bangweolo. Then
disaster, dire and dreadful. overlook
them. Within sight of their goal they
were overcome by cruel. relentless
fate.
At dawn on September third. the
blood-red morning sun triumphantly
rose over the summit of the dark
chain of the Muchemwa mountains,
bathing all nature in its glorious
beauty. It babe them rise and con-
tinue their journey down the Cham
best to the lake, their long-hoped-for
destination.
At six-thirty the two white men en-
barked, and q few minutes later the
African servants were rowing Justify
up the Chambesi toward Bangweolo,
for whenever possible they saved
their gasoline and rowed. Moreover.
there were many shallow channels to
be negotiated and these were the
more easily navigated without use Of
the motor.
For time nothing unusual hap.
pened. There was no sign OF life
beyond occasional birds along the
river banks. At last a convenient
place to land and partake OF break
fast was found, and the two men ran
and servants busily stirred them
selves to prepare the delayed meal.
But suddenly they stood petrified
with establishment. Not more than
fifty PAGES from them. close to the
river bank, stood three mighty buf.
falo, watching them with wondering
eyes! They had appeared so silently
through the underground and reeds
that no one had had warning of their
approach. These we're no ordinary
buffalo. They we're gigantic and sug-
gestive of prehistoric types.
Silence. deep and impressive. like
that silence which foreshadows death
reigned for brief moment Then
Lieutenant Graetz awoke to the dan
ger that threatened them. with the
almost automatic precision Of the ad.
venturer In savage lands, he unslung
his rife. The Frenchman, Fiere. fol.
lowed his example. Graetz fired the
moment his cheek rested along the
butt of his Mauser rife and the sights
came on. Bangi the shot rang out,
awakening the bird life and echoing
through the trees beyond them and
then family back again. The leading
buffalo stumbled and fell on his
knees, rose again shook his ponder.
GUS head in mingled anger and pain,
and then, dashing up the river bank
galIoped from sight into the bushes
The other two followed their wound
ed brothers example
Meanwhile Fiere stood ready to fire
in case Of necessity, but there was NO
further need now. Internationally
through the underground the two
men caught glimpses of the buffaloes
shaggy forms as they followed the
course OF the stream toward the lake
But presently they saw but two OF
them. What had become Of the third
they asked themselves They were
not out OF danger yet. apparently
Perhaps the third animal still kept
company with his fellows but was
hidden by the bushes: more likely
still, he had left them-the surest
possible sign that he was severely
wounded. Good! They would get him
yet FBos CATER Graetzii" would read
well in museum records and geological
books, thought Graetz to himself.
The decision to follow and XIII the
wounded giant was quickly reached
Breakfast was forgotten Leaving the
cook and two OF the native followers
to clear away the untasted meal and
pack the motor-launch ready for a re-
newed start. Graetz and Fiere hast
ened on on the trail OF the buffalo. II
was not hard to follow. Large smears
of blood were to be seen everywhere
on bushes, on rocks. on the bare soil
and against trees II showed plainly
The spoor led up the bank of the
Chambesi and headed undoubtedly for
the shelter of Lake Bangweolo
Hour after hour went by and still
the two hunters kept steadily track
ing the beast The sun climbed high
into the heavens until It was directly
overhead. scorehing everything and
everyone with fits fiery rays. But the
white men and their followers