the section of the camp in which the Kwangolas (my new company) were quartered was in flames. A whirlwind, or small tornado, had unluckily at that moment sprung up, and the whole of that section of the camp was quickly in a blaze. My men, though supposed to have been soldiers for more than six months, were absolutely useless, and, as a consequence, I lost three rifles and over seven hundred cartridges, and had also two very narrow escapes from cartridges exploding when I was trying to save them.

Notwithstanding this, the Commandant severely reprimanded me for the loss of ammunition, and on the following day I had to start without being allowed to replace my losses. We marched to Farrhagis on the Lualaba, where we were to be supplied with canoes. Mohim had six men of his own, and a Hausa cook named Philip, who was