Source of the Nile: Game #10-1

by Lou Jerkich

A. Table of Contents for Archived Reports (Color, occupation, and starting port are noted.)

Mary - Purple - Journalist - Quilimane

Carrie - Black - Anthropologist - Kilwa

Judy - Green - Doctor - Quilimane

Lisa - Orange - Botanist - Laurenco Marques - ends turn 47

Brian - Blue - Explorer - Luanda

Steve - Red - Zoologist -Laurenco Marques - ends turn 47

Rev. Juniper Georges - Yellow - Missionary - Calabar - starting turn 48

Lou - Grey - Geolgist - Brass - starting turn 48

B. Reports of Current Expedition Activities

Mary 59: [mounted - camels, normal, southeast] 24 February 1836:   Attempting to go upstream again on the tributary of the Blue Nile, Mary's expedition got lost and once again ran afoul of the same native tribe that they had dealt with the previous month.  They tried offering gifts and this time the chief accepted them and made friends with Mary and her expedition.  So she remained awhile with the chief of the Kipitipi Tribe and both she and her expedition were fed by them.

Mary 60: [mounted - camels, normal, southeast] 27 March 1836:   Mary's expedition again headed southeast, which was upstream.  The terrain was veldt and no natives or cataracts were found.  So they kept on southeast through more veldt terrain, but as the river they followed began turning toward the southwest, they encountered a small native tribe.   Mary decided to retreat rather than risk disaster with so few askaris in her expedition.  They went back northwest to the veldt terrain they had recently passed and hunted successfully for food.


Carrie 59: [Foot, normal, east] February 28, 1836:  Carrie, alone and carrying nothing but her musket and a few small personal items, set off on her own into the jungle east of the Hatsa tribe.  This time, instead of getting hopelessly lost, she found her way east into additional jungle terrain with plenty of food obtained by her marksmanship with her musket.

Carrie 60: [Foot, normal, northeast] March 23, 1836:  Carrie spent a month wandering alone and lost in the jungle, trying to continue on to the north, but failing to do so. 

Judy 58:  [Foot, normal pace, southwest]  25 January 1836Taking the risky option of going forward with only one askari alive to help against attacking natives, Judy kept on traveling downstream on the Godinga River.  After a couple of weeks the river approached mountainous terrain and swung back to the northwest.  Judy now held out more hope that it might actually be a source of the White Nile.  The mountain that loomed above the river was calculated to be some 17, 450 feet high.  judy named it Mount Lou.  As they progressed a medium-sized native tribe was encountered.  In a friendly manner, Doctor Judy offered ten gifts and the chief of the tribe welcomed her company as friends.  The chief fed them well, but Doctor Judy returned the favor by treating the tribe for malaria.  The people of the tribe, called the Hogungu, were delighted with the results.  [3 bonus points]  The chief offered Doctor Judy as many bearers as she would like, but she had already more than she needed.  In fact, she dismissed two of them since they were only a drain on their dwindling food resources.  That still left her with 9 bearers, 1 guide, and 1 askari.

Judy 59:  [Foot, normal pace, west]  24 February 1836Continuing to travel downstream on foot, Doctor Judy found that the Godinga River now swung from a northwest tack to a westerly one.  The terrain once again was veldt terrain, but no natives appeared to block their passage.  Hunting was quite good but still 6 rations had to be used to feed the company.


Brian 58: [Mounted, normal pace, northeast]   Private Journal, 24 January 1836:  Having had a hard time attempting to go west in the previous month, I now chose to head northeast from the Godinga River.  The country remained veldt without any river coursing through it.  I was ambushed by a medium-sized native tribe who managed to capture all three of my horses along with their supplies and even my lion pelt.  Fortunately, I myself escaped with my trusty musket which I used to hunt to keep myself from starving.  [Mary will get 2 points when this defeat is published.]

Brian 59: [Mounted, normal pace, northeast]   Private Journal, 27 February 1836:  As January of 1836 came to an end, I had to decide whether to head back to port or try to fend for myself with nothing but my musket to help me eat.  The safer course was to head back before any other misfortune fell on me.  But I decided to still attempt to go north.  First, however, I had to go south to try to get around the natives before I went north again.  I followed the Godinga River south to where I had first encountered it.

Georges 58: [Canoe, normal, northwest and northeast]  23 January 1836:  It took another long portage around the Trinity Falls of the Trinity River to return to the Ogue River and resume traveling northeast on the Ogue.  His expedition used another 10 rations. 

Georges 59: [Canoe, normal, northeast and west]  28 February 1836:  Reverend Georges continued paddling up the Ogue River, headed northeast.  On the 31st of January one of the canoes became unbalanced and completely overturned in the river.  Everyone in the canoe was saved and the canoe itself was recovered.  Nonetheless, all the supplies it carried were lost: 75 rations, 1 musket, and 18 gifts.  The supplies were thus redistributed in the canoes after this mishap.  Soon the jungle gave way to a lofty snow-capped mountain which no doubt had diverted the river to the course it took to the sea.  But going upstream, they now found the river to be coming from the west.  The expedition took time to determine the height of this striking peak.  Reverend Georges eventually calculated the mountain to be 26, 400 ft. high.  Certainly this was the loftiest peak to have ever been found in Africa!  The Reverend named it Mount Revelation.  A native tribe was found in the area but they hid from the expedition and did not trouble them.  So westward went the canoes, slipping along the edge of a mountain range to the north.  The river turned northwest, and the Reverend knew that they were beginning to come close to the coastal jungle again.  Here in these mountains, the Reverend found a very good and healthy spot for a mission.  [5 bonus points]  During this phase of the journey, the expedition used up another 10 rations, leaving 292 remaining.

Lou 57: [In London] 13 February 1836:  Gets free ticket to Capetown.  He has to decide now whether he will use it with his $750.

Lou 58: [At sea] 8 March 1836:  Lou decided to accept the free ticket to Capetown.   He then took the first ship headed that way and departed for Africa, planning a simple mounted expedition to find out what was north of  Lake Stroup.


C. Archived Reports from Earlier Turns

By the 1800s the Portuguese had been settled in Africa in the coastal regions of Angola and Mozambique for some 300 years.  The Portuguese had founded the colony of Angola in 1575 when Paulo Dias de Novais, 100 families of settlers, and 400 soldiers arrived in the area.  Luanda in Angola became a colonial city in 1605.  Fort Benguela was another Angolan locale that became a town in 1617.  On the other side of the continent was Mozambique, which Vasco da Gama had first explored in 1498.  From about 1500 onwards, Portuguese forts and trading posts were scattered all along the long Mozambique coast.   These settlements included Quilimane and Laurenco Marques.  So the Portuguese dominated these coastal areas of Africa with their colonial settlements.  However they generally had not shared their discoveries and knowledge of the dark continent with other nations.

From 1698, the sultanate of Oman gained control of the east coast of Africa north of Portuguese Mozambique, including the cities of Zanzibar, Mombasa and Kilwa.  The Omanis were still ruling the region when the English and Germans began exploring the area in the 1800s. Native tribes held sway on the west coast of Africa in areas such as Namibia and the Bantu region of Gabon, plus throughout the interior of Africa.  In the south, the Cape Colony was originally a Dutch settlement but the British took it over in 1806 in order to prevent the French under Napoleon from using it as a base after he conquered the Netherlands.

In 1830, the Geographical Society of London was formed to promote exploration and discovery of unknown regions.  From this organization a number of expeditions were sent to Africa to open up the unknown regions of the dark continent. 

[Here begins the fictionalized stories of the game.]  Below are the stories of the explorers sent out by the Geographical Society of London, shown as excerpts from their reports, journals, diaries, and letters home, or from newspaper accounts published after their return to Europe.  The numbers after each player's name indicates the turn of the game to which the report refers.  Section A contains the Table of Contents that takes one to the archived records for each player.  That is where the summary reports of each game turn will be.  Section B has the reports of current activities in the game, such as the players latest moves or their responses to encountering natives.  This will be ever-changing as the game goes on.  The actual archive of the summary reports for each player will follow in section C.  Use the table of Contents in section A to get to the selected player quickly to read their game history.

Mary - Purple - Journalist - 1. Quilimane, 2. Durban

Mary 1: Times of London, April 7, 1831 - headline: Darkest Africa to be Explored - Exclusive Report by Mary Koprivnik.  Dateline, 26 February 1831, Quilimane, Mozambique.  What a journey I have had!  When the Geographical Society of London decided to launch six expeditions to explore Africa, this newspaper sponsored me as one of the expedition leaders.  With my fellow explorers we set out on the H.M.S. Discovery and despite a couple of severe gales that rocked our boat, we managed to make good time to Africa.  We first dropped off Brian Ankenman at Luanda in Portuguese AngolaBrian is a tough and experienced career-explorer.  He planned to spend some time learning the native Bantu language and ultimately organize a canoe expedition to make its way up the Congo River.  No one knows what lies beyond the first cataract on the Congo, which is not far from the sea.  But since the Congo has such a strong flow and is obviously a mighty river, many think it second only to the Nile in the size of its drainage basin.  Mr. Ankenman is the only one of our party to have decided to explore the west coast of Africa, and we all wished him the best of success.  After leaving him in Luanda, the rest of us continued south.

We passed the Cape of Good Hope which many people think is the southernmost point in Africa.  It is not.  Cape Alguhas, some 90 miles east-southeast of the Cape of Good Hope, is the actual southern tip of Africa.  The Afrikaans know the Cape of Good Hope as the "Kaap die Goeie Hoop."  A very sweet and gooey  dessert was served on ship that day in honor of the occasion. 

After we had passed Durban, the last outpost of the British Cape Colony, we soon reached Laurenco Marques where two of our fellow explorers disembarked.  These expedition leaders were Steve Stroup, a notable zoologist, and his wife Lisa Stroup, a talented botanist.  Together they hope to shed light on the interior of Africa in this region.  Steve Stroup will organize a foot expedition into the interior while Lisa Stroup has a canoe expedition in mind.  The Limpopo River is nearby and has never been explored very far inland to our knowledge, although the local Portuguese settlers are cagey about revealing anything they know of the interior.

Our next port of destination was Quilimane, also in Mozambique.  Here I myself disembarked, along with the courageous Doctor Judy Jerkich.  She told me that she intends to take a canoe expedition up the Zambezi River, believed to be the largest river on the east coast of Africa.  Doctor Judy will be looking for ideal locations to establish a hospital to serve the native tribes of the region.  She prefers good clean rivers with swift waters, or mountain areas away from the lowland humidity and mosquitoes.  I will also be setting out from Quilimane with a foot expedition, heading generally northwest to where I believe the heart of Sub-Saharan Africa lies.

When the H.M.S. Discovery sailed on, it took the last of our party, Carrie Ankenman.  She planned to disembark at Kilwa in the domains of the Sultan of Oman.  Her expedition will be on foot through the coastal veldt terrain to discover what lies inland.  She is an Anthropologist interested in the study of ethnology, so she will be eager to discover native tribes and befriend them.

Since reaching Quilimane I have been organizing my expedition.  In a few days I will be heading inland. Once we leave the coast, my expedition will be out of communication with the rest of the world until I return to Europe to report my discoveries.  God willing, all of us explorers will return safely and shed much new light on the dark continent.

Mary 2:  [Foot, normal pace] Private journal: 18 March 1831. We set out 15 days ago and initially have headed northwest from Quilimane about 100 miles and then west another 100 miles.  Our pace was at first 8 or 10  miles a day to get the bearers hardened to the work.  Many bearers go barefoot and thus an easy pace is best until they have become accustomed to it.  Thereafter we picked up the pace and made 15 miles per day at times, although with occasional delays an average of 10 miles per day is usually considered the norm in the wild when traveling on foot.  However, we've been going through known regions and the weather has been decent, so we covered 200 miles in 15 days, which is a good pace my guide tells me, especially with a fully burdened expedition.   So far the terrain has been veldt.  Unfortunately, the hunting has been terrible [die roll = 1 = 0] so we've not been able to obtain any fresh food in sufficient quantities to prevent the normal use of rations.  Rations are down to 112.  In order to save on food rations, three bearers were discharged today and allowed to return to Quilimane.  This will give us less mouths to feed as we proceed onward.  Besides, we used up so many rations due to the poor hunting that we don't need them to carry anything now.

Mary 3: [Foot, normal pace]  Private journal: 23 March 1831.  Bah! We're lost! [Lost die roll = 1] My guide has been useless and now the wretch has run off after getting us off course and hopelessly lost in these never-ending grasslands.  Moreover, we are having poor results with hunting, although we have been fortunate to at least bring down a couple of antelope for fresh food.  Still, rations are down another 14 units to 98.  I've dismissed another 2 bearers since they have nothing to carry and there will be three less mouths to feed now that the crazy guide ran off.  Bah!!!

Mary 4: [Foot, normal pace]  Private Journal: 6 April 1831.  I don't believe this!  We finally get back on track on our course to the northwest and what do we find?  A hot dusty desert!!!  We simply don't have the water supplies to see us through a desert trip, so we have reversed our route and gone back to the veldt.  Hunting was none too good again [die roll = 2 = 10 units of fresh food].  So we are down another 12 rations to a total of 86 remaining.  If I had more bearers we could carry the three units of water it takes to keep us going in the desert, but I already have dismissed 5 of them to cut down on food costs.  Today I will dismiss another one.  I'm beginning to wonder whether I'll discover anything on this crazy expedition! 

Mary 5: [Foot, normal pace]  Private Journal: 22 April 1831:  It's going better now.  [Lost roll = 5 = OK] We're crossing more veldt terrain, headed west.  So far no river has been found.  [Native tribe T05 discovered. Size = medium (die roll = 4).  Policy = 6.  Natives roll 12 = Charge.  Result = 6 = Expedition wins battle.  Askari losses = roll of 8 = 1 askari lost; roll 5* = 1 native captured; roll 6 = native village found; option chosen: keep prisoner and loot. 14 loot rolls.]  Private Journal: 27 April 1831:  We encountered a medium-sized tribe of natives and with open hands and a smile on my face I tried to get them to negotiate.  Of course, my askaris stood watch carefully with their muskets ready.  But these natives didn't wish to bargain; the wretches outright charged us!  We fired upon them and managed to force them to flee after losing one of our own askaris to a well-thrown spear.   But we captured one of the natives and forced him to take us to his village.  His fellow natives had, of course, fled the area after our victory.  I considered setting the bearer free but then decided being nice wasn't going to help with these natives so we looted their village to obtain more supplies.  We found 22 rations and 4 gifts.  But hunting has been abysmal in this area of Africa so we had had to use up 21 rations of our own anyway.  So essentially the looting helped us just to break even on food supplies.  With our captive now having become one of our bearers, we have the transport capability to take everything we looted with us.

Mary 6: [Foot, normal pace]  Private Journal: 3 June 1831:  We have continued forging westward and have reached a mountainous area in which two rivers have joined, one from the southeast and one from the west, to flow on southwest as quite a major river.  Could this be part of the Zambezi River which Doctor Judy Jerkich set out to explore.  We have encountered no natives and the hunting has been excellent lately.  We've only had to use 3 rations over the past few weeks.  Private Journal: 8 June 1831:  Today we encountered a small 12-man group of slave traders.  We quickly took up a defensive stance to resist any attack from them, but they scurried off into the bush and avoided us.  Good riddance!. [Native Policy = 1, Roll = 8 = C; roll = 7 = slave traders hide. 5 bonus points for encountering them.]  Private Journal: 15 June 1831:  Today the canoes of Doctor Judy Jerkich came up the river and found us in camp.  I had a chance to interview her [3 points gained] and now know for sure that we are on the Zambezi River.  It was interesting to compare notes and hear of each other's adventures since we parted company back in February.

Mary 7: [Foot, normal pace]  Private Journal: 19 July 1831:  For the last month we have trudged another 100 miles through the rough mountainous terrain as we followed the Zambezi River upstream.  It continued westerly at first, but now we see that it has turned northwest.  On July 10th we watched from camp as Doctor Judy Jerkich's canoe expedition glided past us on their way northwest.  They have the jump on us now, so we will probably be better off finding an alternate route to follow upstream.  No natives were encountered and the hunting was so excellent that we've had to use no more rations.  But it is hot, the flies are nasty, and I'd rather be celebrating my brother's birthday today.  I'm sure he's much more comfortable where he is, back in civilization, than I am today.

Mary 8: [Foot, normal pace]  Private Journal, 9 August 1831:  As long as the river holds to a westward or northwestward course, we might as well follow it, since it is less likely that we will get lost.  We've been making good speed for 3 weeks and have discovered a fork in the river.  The question now is which way to go?  One fork heads west and the other comes out of the northeast.  We're going to check to see if we can find any indication of which way the canoes of Doctor Judy Jerkich went.  Private Journal, 13 August 1831:  Today we were ambushed by a medium-sized native tribe.   [Native tribe T09 discovered.  Size = Medium (die roll = 6). Policy = #6.  Natives roll 3 = Ambush.  Result = 7 = Expedition wins battle.  Askari losses = roll of 9 = 2 askaris lost;  roll 7* = no natives captured; roll 5 = native village discovered.]  Although they killed two of our askaris in their attack, we drove them off and won the battle.  Shortly thereafter we discovered their village.  As I did the last time back in April, I intended to punish these tribesmen for attacking us unprovoked.  So we looted their village, finding 7 rations and one canoe hidden along the river bank.  The natives apparently ran off after our victory and took most of their goods with them.  The canoe is nice, but right now the one canoe wouldn't hold all of our men and supplies, so we will probably hide it somewhere else in a cache so that we can perhaps use it if we come back this way again.  Our hunting was quite good this past month and we have not had to dig into any of our rations.  With supplies holding out well, plus considering that we've gained some rations by looting the native village, I'm wondering whether we can make it all the way across Africa to the west coast.  What a journey that would be!  My newspaper would love a report on such an achievement, and we would be famous throughout the world.

Mary 9: [Foot, normal pace]  Private Journal, 8 September 1831:  After finally deciding to cache the canoe we had found in mid August, I had a tough time considering which way to go.  My thought was to go west, but when it became apparent that there was going to be a desert in that direction I decided to head up the northeast fork of the river instead.  So we set out in late August in that direction.  By now we know that we are headed out of the mountains into a plateau of veldt terrain.  Private Journal, 7 October 1831:  Following the river into the veldt terrain, we eventually discovered that the river forks yet again.  It still continued in a northeasterly direction, but a branch head southeast as well.  Before we reached that fork, we had to go around a cataract which contained an 86 ft. waterfall.  It was quite beautiful and refreshing.  [Native tribe T11 discovered.  Size = Medium (die roll = 4). Policy = #5.  Natives roll  = 12 = Charge.  Result = 6 = natives Hide.]  We did encounter one medium-sized tribe of natives but using our tactic of approaching in an open and friendly manner, we waited to see what would happen.  The natives ended up melting back into the grass and bush and hiding from us.  We must have looked too strong to mess with.  Hunting was fairly good, but we had to use 5 rations.  Private Journal: 14 October 1831:  Today we encountered a small group of slave traders, numbering about a dozen men.  As we had done on a previous occasion in June, we took up a defensive stance at once to protect ourselves from any attack by them. There was nothing to be gained by negotiation.  However, they once again made off quickly with their slaves and avoided us. [Native Policy = 1, Roll = 10 = C; roll = 7 = slave traders hide. 4 bonus points for encountering them.]

Mary 10: [Foot, normal pace]  Private Journal, 2 November 1831:  We had temporarily left the river bed to hunt and to try to avoid running into natives.  However, not  having a guide, we've become lost in the trackless veldt.  My natives look to me for directions, saying "Maaa, where do we go now?"   I haven't a clue until we get back to the river which I think is somewhere to our east.  This delay is ridiculous.  Private Journal, 17 November 1831:  At last we have got back to the river, but we've lost a month wandering in the veldt.  Bah!  As we neared the river we ran into our previous native tribe that had hid from us.  I tried the friendly approach again and they came forward to meet us.  I offered 10 gifts to the chief.  [Native tribe T11 encountered again. Size = Medium.  Policy = #5.  Natives roll  = 10 = neutral.  Offered 10 gifts to chief. Result = 9 = natives are friendly.]  The chief gladly accepted them and invited us back to their village.  They have put on a display of native dancing and provided us with a feast.  So we ate well today.  We will stay with them awhile to get refreshed and perhaps to get the lie of the land.  I'm thinking of perhaps trying to barter with them for a guide.  Private Journal, 27 November 1831:  We've been staying with the natives, learning about them.  They call themselves the Fahso tribe.  I bartered for a guide and got one for 5 gifts.  That should help with the next leg of our journey.  The village's witch doctor tried to poison me but fortunately one of the chief's women saw what he was doing and warned me.  Whew!

Mary 12: [Foot, normal pace]  Private Journal, 5 February 1832:  Having left the river, our guide from the Fahso tribe led us safely northeast into further  unknown territory.  The grasslands continued in this direction as far to the horizon as we could see.  We believe that we may be in an extensive veldt plain.  Private Journal, 20 February 1832:  We have found the source of a new river that stretches westward and have spent some time following its course to map it.  My guide believes that we should continue to follow it, but I'm inclined to want to head to the northwest.  However, this river course has cut an unusual very deeply incised meander in the underlying rock of this region, revealing many geological strata.  Geologists would love it. [4 bonus points gained]  Hunting has been quite good so we've not had to dip into our rations.

Mary 13: [Foot, normal pace]  Private Journal, 15 March 1832:  With our guide leading the way, we trekked northwest through more of this vast veldt plain.  So far this veldt terrain extends at least 400 miles south to north.  We have found no new rivers and no natives.  Private Journal, 26 March 1832:  Amazing!  Astounding!  Here in the midst of this vast plain of grasses and shrub trees we have found an ancient and now deserted Lost City.  What a find for me to get to reveal to the world!  My newspaper will love this.  [Mary gains only 5 points for the Lost City.]  Hunting was rather poor in the veldt, so we have used up 13 rations, which leaves 73 remaining.  Private Journal, 26 March 1832:  Yesterday we had a special visitor to our camp.  She is the esteemed anthropologist, Carrie Ankenman.  I couldn't be happier since she is my very own daughter.  We had a lot to catch up on and talked into the wee hours of the night by our campfires.  [Mary gains 3 points for interviewing Carrie.]  But I took notes, for the reporter in me cannot be bridled.  Today we held a big feast to celebrate our successes so far, although we both know that whichever one of us gets back to civilization first will get the credit and fame for discovering this Lost City.

Mary 14: [In camp]  Private Journal, 27 April 1832:  I'm spending time with my daughter Carrie exploring the Lost City and catching up on our respective experiences. The Lost City is in ruins; there are many foundations for mud-brick walls that are now disintegrated.  Once upon a time it must have been quite a city ruling over a large area. I still haven't decided where to go next.  However, the game has been plentiful and quite a few berries and fruits are ripe right now.  We haven't had to dip into our rations.  [Hunting roll = 6.]

Mary 15: [Foot normal pace, west]  Private Journal, 20 May 1832: After saying our goodbyes toCarrie and her expedition, we tried to go west from the Lost City but the veldt gradually began to give way to desert so we halted since water was an issue. We just couldn't carry enough for a desert trek.  I dismissed 2 bearers to keep our food usage down.  We still have ten bearers, 1 guide and 6 askaris.  Then we returned to the Lost City and hunted awhile to supplement our rations.  [Hunting roll = 4]  Nevertheless, we used up another 4 rations.  I will probably dismiss more bearers soon.  It appears that our best course may be to head southeast back to the westward-flowing river we had found and then try again to go west.  Or, we can try going southwest to intercept the river.  A water source will help us use less rations.

Mary 16: [Foot normal pace, southwest]  Private Journal, 21 June 1832:  I decided  to head southwest to intercept the river we found.  Bah!  Bad decision.  This too was soon found to be more desert terrain, so once again we had to turn back since we didn't carry enough water.  With my rations down to 69 and the need for bearers for only 79 items, I dismissed another two bearers.  So now I have only 8 of them. But once again we are in the familiar Lost City.  Perhaps I will go northwest next since even if I were to make my way to the new river and head into the desert, it might cost a lot of rations.  At least hunting has improved as more herds of zebra and antelope were grazing near our camps.  We haven't had to use up any more rations.

Mary 17: [Foot normal pace, northwest]  Private Journal, 29 June 1832:  We had found desert going west and southwest, so now I am trying a northwest route.  However, it appears that we are getting into increasingly swampy terrain.  Private Journal, 18 July 1832:  We encountered a large tribe of natives whom we approached in a friendly, yet assertive manner.  Fortunately, the chief accepted the 9 gifts that I offered and we are now in friendship with the Maboug tribe.  Private Journal, 30 July 1832:  We have spent 12 days in the hospitality of the chief of the Maboug tribe.  He has become fond of me and today he signed a pact (made his mark, actually) stating that he had awarded all his lands to Britain.  [Gains 1 bonus point.]  This would be a much more valuable gift if it weren't for the fact that this chief's lands are almost all mosquito infested swamplands.  That's not a particularly valuable addition to Britain's foreign holdings.  Soon we must leave this place.  I no longer have gifts with which to appease another tribe, so I may now have to consider returning to England.  Going further west or northwest from this swamp is likely to do nothing more than get us lost.  We will have to turn back and try something else.

Mary 18: [Foot, normal pace, west]  Private Journal, 10 August 1832:  It was fully my intention to travel back to the source of the westward-flowing river that runs into the desert, but my guide has thrown a new wrinkle into things.  He tells me that beyond the swamp to the west lies an Elephant Graveyard with endless amounts of ivory lying about in great piles.  A likely story!  However, the chief of the Maboug agrees with him (and probably put him up to this notion) and it might seem disrespectful and cause some trouble if I don't listen to my guide.  So, we are going to plod through more of this swamp and try to get beyond it to the west.  I don't like doing this, but it seems imprudent to not give it a try.  Private Journal, 29 August 1832:  We are hopelessly lost in this trackless swamp.  [Lost roll = 1]  Bah!   We will never see that Elephant Graveyard.  Bah!  Our guide has run off and disappeared.  Bah! ...Bah!!!  No one celebrated my birthday.  Bah!  Private Journal, 9 September 1832:  The chief of the Maboug was surprised to see us when we stumbled back into his village after weeks on the swamp.  If it were not for the chief's hospitality, we would have had to dig into our rations, but going and coming we benefited from the gifts of fresh food provided by the Maboug tribe.

Mary 19: [Foot, reckless pace, south]  Private Journal, 12 October 1832:  We've walked a long way since leaving the hospitality of the Maboug tribe.  Now we are back with Doremi, the fat chief of the Fahso tribe.  We've come some 400 miles south and are much closer to home.  The Fahso are celebrating our return with much food and many dances.  Tonight we'll eat very well.  They dance well too, so we'll be entertained.

Mary 20: [Foot, normal pace, southeast]  Private Journal, 20 October 1832:  When the locusts arrived, we hit the road quickly, heading southeast up a branch of the Zambezi system.  I profusely thanked King Doremi and his Queen Latido, who had a beautiful singing voice, for their hospitality and they seemed to take our desire for a hasty departure with understanding.  So we left the land of the Fahso tribe, who contrary to my own inclinations, were collecting locusts by the basket for their meals.  Ugh!  Private Journal, 14 November 1832:  I suppose that after the locusts hit the Fahso territory, it looked pretty much like a desert.  We don't have any locusts here where we are because it is a desert and there's nothing much for them to eat.  I wouldn't have been able to venture this way were it not for the river we are following.  The River appears to be a significant arm of the Zambezi.  It has turned east and we will continue to follow it since it is leading us closer to our destination of Quilimane.  Hunting has been poor, but we found some fish in the river that we could eat and a few starving antelope that we shot.  However, we've used another 9 rations.  Still, we seem to have enough rations to get back to Quilimane.

Mary 21: [Foot, normal pace, east]  Private Journal, 16 November 1832:  This is awful!  We were awakened during the night by a roaring noise. It turned out to be rushing water from an unexpected flash flood. The wadi in which were were camped was the natural pathway for the torrent and it crashed into our camp.  Only half of my expedition members were able to clamber up the wadi slopes and get out of the water's path in time.  The rest were probably killed by the rushing waters which carried them off downstream.  Of my 16 expedition members, those that survived with me are my guide, 3 askari, and 3 bearers.  We lost 38 of our 60 rations, but my musket survived.  How bad can things get!   Private Journal, 25 November 1832:  [Lost roll = 1 = lost.]   After spending days retracing some of our steps looking for further survivors, we found none.  So we tried to press on. Water is plentiful and there are many channels of flowing water since the flood.  But the bad effect has been that our guide got us lost taking the wrong channel.  Apparently he got embarrassed by his mistake and couldn't face us, so he abandoned us.  For crying out loud!  Private Journal, 11 December 1832:  We're still stuck in this desert and haven't made much progress.  There's been only one good thing.   All of this new water has brought animals around in plenty, so we've had good hunting and haven't had to use any of our diminishing store of rations.

Mary 22: [Foot, normal pace, east]  Private Journal, 27 December 1832:  We've been following the river eastward and the desert continued to surround us with its bleakness.  However, one of my askaris who had been scouting ahead said he saw a small tribe of natives up ahead.  Because we have no gifts and I have only 3 askaris, I decided not to risk advancing further in that direction.  So we will retrace our steps and try another way to get back to port.  [Native tribe T28 encountered. Size = small.  Policy = 2.  Roll = 8 = C = safely retreat.]   Private Journal, 14 January 1833:  We've returned to where we started out about a month ago, near the site of our flash flood.  But hunting has been very poor so we have had to use 7 more rations.  We have 15 left.  I see mountains to our south, beyond which lies the Zambezi River.  Maybe it's time to collect water and head that way so we can get back to port before the food runs out.

Mary 23: [Foot, cautious pace, southeast]  Private Journal, 15 January 1833:  I had my men cache 7 rations today so that the remaining 8 rations, my musket, and 21 units of water could be carried by our bearers.  We will head south across the desert to the mountains where eventually we should get enough water to proceed.  Private Journal, 22 January 1833:  We have been working our way across the desert and are now at the base of the mountains.  Tomorrow we start heading up into them.  Private Journal, 30 January 1833:  Today from our vantage point in the mountains we could look down and see the Zambezi flowing along.  Private Journal, 8 February 1833:  We are camped on the Zambezi, not far from where I interviewed Doctor Judy Jerkich on the 15th of June in 1831.  It's amazing to think how long we've been on this expedition wandering through the unknown reaches of Africa!  Hunting was has become better in the mountains and along the river, so we haven't had to use up rations.  Still, we used up the 21 units of water in our desert trek.

Mary 24: [Foot, normal pace, southeast]  Private Journal, 3 March 1833:  Although I wanted to travel upstream to the southeast on a minor branch of the Zambezi, I've managed to get my group lost.  We had to leave the banks of the river because of the dense foliage around it and somehow I got far off course.  So we've managed to get back to the river and have camped to rest a few days.  Fresh food is plentiful here and we haven't had to use any more rations.

Mary 25: [Foot, normal pace, southeast]  Private Journal, 9 April 1833:  We tried the other bank of our branch of the Zambezi River and have explored upstream into a region of veldt terrain.  We found the source of our river so we won't be following it any more.  However, I figure we are now about 300 miles west of Quilimane and could get there through territory that is already mapped.  So, we should have good traveling ahead of us.  No new native tribes have been found, which is just as well in our circumstances.  We don't need trouble.  Hunting has not been as good as I would expect along a river.  We had to use some rations.  Only 2 rations are left.

Mary 26: [Foot, reckless pace, east]  Private Journal, 17 April 1833:  My expedition set out east for Quilimane across the veldt.  When we came in sight of the coastal jungle we veered northeast so as to skirt the jungle and approach Quilimane from the north.  Private Journal, 7 May 1833:  As we neared Quilimane I dismissed my askaris and bearers to their homes to visit their families.  I told them to meet me in Quilimane in three days and I would pay them for their labors.  Hunting was satisfactory along the route and we ate well enough.  I arrive today at the harbor of Quilimane with two rations left and my trusty musket.  Tomorrow I will seek news of ships to England on which I can book passage.  The local population is all quite curious about my discoveries, but I have not shared too much with them lest my newspaper take it a miss that they were not the first to report my discoveries.  In the meantime, I have been trying to acquire news about the other expeditions that have come to Africa in the last couple of years and returned to port to tell of their adventures.

Mary 27: [At sea, on board ship]  Private Journal, 30 June 1833:  The voyage home has given me much time to write up article after article for my newspaper.  They will be pleased.  I am going to surprise everyone with the news about the Lost City.  I think we have another week to go before we arrive in London.  But so far, the weather has been fine and the seas calm enough that I haven't become sea-sick.  Yea!

Mary 28: [In London]  Private Journal, 19 July 1833:  My newspaper, The Times of London has been publishing a daily series telling of my discoveries and adventures in the region of Africa northwest of Quilimane.  Although Doctor Judy Jerkich has already published the reports of her own expedition up the main channel of the Zambezi River, I was able to describe some three hundred miles of additional Zambezi waters to the north (including an 86 ft. waterfall - the 4th highest we know of in sub-Saharan Africa), four hundred miles of veldt extending north from the region described by the good Doctor, a swamp, and a desert.  Moreover, I had found the source of another river that leads into what appears to be a desert and this one had created an interesting geological formation due to its deeply incised meanders. Of course my discovery of the Lost City was the big headline of the first article the Times published.  That news alone has brought me fame and provided a strong  impetus for new donations to me personally so that I might lead another expedition.  The reports of my interview with Doctor Judy on the Zambezi is somewhat old news, although I had provided more details of that event than she did.  However, my report of Professor Carrie Koprivnik's explorations from Kilwa to the Lost City are news to the world.  No one knows what became of her after she and I parted company at the Lost City.  All I know is that she went northeast.  The fact that she is my daughter added a certain poignancy to the reports.  I also told of my discoveries of four native tribes, but Doctor Jerkich had preceded me in news of the Mutangeb tribe.  But I gain credit for four others, including my friends of the Fahso and Maboug tribes. The public appears to have been very interested in my tales of defeating the Mutangeb and another tribe, plus my encounters with two sets of slave traders have got the anti-slavery people more inspired to wage their campaigns to halt the slave trade.  First at Quilimane, where I heard reports of other explorers who encountered natives, and then here in London after examining recent publications, I have gained some additional credit for reporting in more detail on hostile encounters with natives that resulted in either victories or defeats.  Rounding out my tales was the news that the Maboug tribe had awarded their swamplands to our sovereign, which the government was pleased to hear, since it gives us a secure foothold in that part of Africa, even if the swamps are not at this time particularly beneficial to us otherwise.  As a result of all my reports, I have received donations totaling $2000 plus offers of free tickets to four locations: Brass, Durban, Kilwa, and Mombasa.  Since other expeditions have gone to Brass and Kilwa, I would be better off going to Durban or to Mombasa. [Donations: $500 + $400 + $300 (3 x $200)+ $100 + (2 x $50) + 1 "no donation" = $2000 + four free tickets: Brass, Kilwa, Durban, and Mombasa.]   I have a lot to think about, but I can run my own exploration as a free-lance reporter now.

Mary 29: [At sea, on the good ship High Hopes]  Private Journal #2, 27 August 1833:  It's my birthday and I'll laugh if I want to!  I'm at sea headed toward the Cape Colony in Africa where I'll debark at Durban.  I had four free tickets offered to me, but the ticket to Durban seemed best as it would allow a different tack to be taken on my next expedition. I'm going to enjoy myself and start in a good city that has elements of British civilization to make my stay there comfortable while I get things organized. The captain says we'll be there within a couple of weeks.  Private Journal #2, 8 September 1833: [Durban, Cape Colony]  Back in Africa!  This time I'm at the Cape Colony port of Durban, prepared to organize a mounted expedition that will take me into southwest Africa north of the Orange River.  I should be able to travel twice as fast mounted as I did when on foot.  I'm looking forward to it!

Mary 30: [Mounted, reckless, west]  Private Journal #2, 10 September 1833:  Hi-ho, hi-ho, it's off exploring I'll go....  I put together a very fine expedition in Durban consisting of 14 ride mounts and 7 pack mounts.  The riders will be me, 7 askaris, 3 guides and 3 bearers to lead the pack mounts.  We are carrying 165 rations, 40 gifts, and my musket.  We're ready to explore a lot of territory quickly.  Private Journal #2, 2 October 1833:  After three weeks of hard traveling, we have crossed the veldt and mountains of the Cape Colony to make our camp on the Orange River some 600 miles west northwest of Durban.  We're actually west of where the Vaal flows into the Orange River.  We intend to first try to continue northeast to where we expect to pick up the Vaal River in a region in which Professor Steve Stroup said it should traverse.  Our first objective is thus to fine the source of the Vaal.  We haven't had to use any of our rations while riding across the Cape Colony.

Mary 31: [Mounted, normal, northeast]  Private Journal #2, 19 October  1833:  We have found the source of the Vaal River in a mountain valley on Mount Koprivnik.  Professor Steve Stroup, the zoologist, had reported that the Vaal turned west into the region my expedition has recently explored, but he had not realized that it would soon come to an end in a mountainous region covered with jungle terrain.  I found a spectacular mountain rising above the others.  It is 15,500 feet in height, making it the third highest mountain in sub-Saharan Africa.  Professor Stroup previously found two higher mountains a bit to the northeast of our current location: Mount Woe at 19, 200 feet and Mount Lisa at 17,400 feet.  I will name this mountain that I have discovered near the source of the Vaal River.  Henceforth let it be known as Mount Koprivnik.  Private Journal #2, 31 October  1833:  Given the well known difficulty of finding one's way out of a jungle when there is no river to guide one's path, I have retraced my route from the source of the Vaal River back to our camp on the Orange River.  We will now want to explore in a more westerly direction.  The horses and men are holding up well.  Hunting has been decent, so we only had to use up 6 of our rations.  There has been plenty of natural vegetation for the horses.  No natives have crossed our path this month.

Mary 32: [Mounted, normal, west and northwest]  Private Journal #2, 15 November  1833:  From our camp on the Orange River nearly 500 miles due northeast from Capetown, we set out westward into veldt terrain.  After crisscrossing the region awhile and finding no rivers nor any natives, I have decided to move on to the northwest.  Private Journal #2, 29 November  1833:  Down here south of the equator we are approaching the end of spring.  Flowers are blooming everywhere in these mountains that we have been exploring since leaving the veldt lands to the southeast.  We found a small native tribe yesterday which we approached in a friendly manner while yet displaying our weapons and strength in a clear way.  They approached us and we offered the chief 10 gifts.  He accepted and they have become friendly with us.  [Native tribe T33 encountered. Size = Small.  Policy = #6.  Natives roll  = 10 = neutral.  Offered 10 gifts to chief. Result = 7 = natives are friendly.]  We haven't had to use up any rations this past month and now that these natives, who call themselves the Bushawa, are feeding us, we still don't need to use rations.  From the chief I heard a peculiar story that will no doubt excite newspaper readers.  Chief Wakambo says that deep in the interior there is a white man who lives with the animals and talks to them.  He even is reputed to travel by swinging from tree to tree on vines.  Very interesting, very improbable--but it's a good story to print when I get back home!  [2 bonus points for the "Tarzan" rumors]

Mary 33: [Mounted, normal, west]  Private Journal #2, 1 December  1833:  Avalanche!  What a disaster!  Half my men, horses, and supplies are destroyed, buried under rocks and mud.  When the dust had settled and we were able to take stock, we found that 4 askaris, 2 guides, 2 bearers, and myself had survived.  Ten of our 21 horses perished, so after figuring 9 ride mounts that were needed, we had only 2 pack mounts left.  Riders and pack mounts could carry 74 rations, 10 gifts, and my musket.  We had to cache 6 rations and 5 gifts.  Private Journal #2, 4 December  1833:  For crying out loud!  The guide who was showing us the way managed to get us lost.  He knew I was upset with him after that and I guess he decided to leave us during the night.  However, because I post aksaris to keep guard on the horses, he didn't get away with his horse.  So we have one more pack mount and can retrieve the rations and gifts that we had so recently cached and carry them  with us.  But we won't be going far.  We're going to head back to the Bushawa tribe's village and stay with them while we recover from our losses and some minor injuries during the avalanche.  This is not going to be a good holiday season for me.  Bah!

Mary 34: [Mounted, normal, west]  Private Journal #2, 29 December  1833:  For Pete's sake!  Another guide didn't know where he was going, got us lost, and left us in the lurch.  So we need to go back to our friendly Bushawa chieftain and see if we can get a reliable guide from him.  I suppose we could try giving some gifts to get one.  Private Journal #2, 8 January  1834:  After some wrangling with Chief Wakambo, we were able to obtain the use of a new guide for 7 gifts.  That leaves me with only 8 gifts left, but at least the guide won't get lost trying to leave his own native region.  Private Journal #2, 10 January 1834:  The  local witch doctor doesn't seem to be too happy that I bargained for a guide from the chief.  I think he tried to poison me, but the concoction he gave me to drink smelled bad and I didn't drink it.  A pig came by and licked up the drink off the ground.  That pig was soon behaving strangely.  Then it died.  Yikes!

Mary 35: [Mounted, normal, west and east]  Private Journal #2, 21 January  1834:  I ordered my guide to lead us west from the Bushawa tribe, despite his protests that we wouldn't want to go that way.  It turned out that we came to desert lands so we turned around for lack of sufficient water to traverse large desert expanses.  Private Journal #2, 15 February  1834:  I had my Bushawan guide lead us east to see whether his mountain homeland was an extension of the mountain range that spreads across Africa from Zululand in the east through the source of the Vaal River and on to the Bushawan villages.  Indeed, we encountered mountains and proved my suspicions true.  Hunting has been abysmal so we used up 8 rations.  However, I did find diamonds in these mountains and am collecting some to take along with me.

Mary 36: [Mounted, normal, west and northeast]  Private Journal #2, 20 March 1834:  Having explored the mountains to the east of the Bushawa tribe, we went back to their village for a few days rest before proceeding to explore to the northeast.  Our guide is very familiar with the routes leading in each direction from his village so we moved along at a good pace into more mountainous terrain.  No new rivers were found nor any natives in this region.  Game has been plentiful and no rations were needed.  In our exploration of this area we found a mountain peak that I calculate to be 16,900 feet high.  I am naming it Mount Anton.  To my knowledge, this should be the 3rd highest mountain so far found in Africa, with the 15,500 ft. Mount Koprivnik that I found near the source of the Vaal River being now the fourth highest.  Steve Stroup found the two highest ones on his first explorations in Africa.  All four of these higest peaks are within an area 450 miles wide  north of the Orange River.

Mary 37: [Mounted, normal, northwest]  Private Journal #2, 6 April 1834:  Led by our guide, we have traveled northwest through more mountains.  At length we came to a river flowing eastward into what appears to be a large lake.  it is probably the one observed from a distance by Professor Steve Stroup on his first expedition.  The river has a series of rapids as it comes out of the mountains not far from where it reaches the lake.  Our guide then began taking us upstream to the southwest along this river.  However, where the river passed through some narrow gorges we went off into the mountains and managed to get lost.  Our obviously embarrassed guide has deserted us.  So we are trying to find our way back to the river.  At least the hunting has been good and we have not needed to use up any rations.

Mary 38: [Mounted, normal, southwest]  Private Journal #2, 23 April 1834:  We found our river again and have followed it upstream to the southwest.  However, it didn't last long, for we have come to the springs that are its source.  I've named this the Joseph River.  We also found an 87 foot  waterfall along the way which I've named Michael Falls.  No native tribes have been seen.  Private Journal #2, 11 May 1834:  Bah! We've explored to the northwest of the Joseph River but the mountains gave way to desert terrain and we can't carry enough water for all our men and horses, so we have had to turn back.  At least the hunting in the mountains was good and we didn't have to use any rations.

Mary 39: [Mounted, normal, northeast and northwest]  Private Journal #2, 28 May 1834:  After discovering that we had 20 bad rations that had to be thrown away, we retraced our steps to the northeast along the Joseph River.  We then angled to the northwest to see what we could find.  Private Journal #2, 20 June  1834:  Our excursion to the northwest has proven to be fruitful.  The terrain continues to be mountainous, but we found a river flowing westward.  it appears to be coming from the east, so we think it likely that it comes out of the large lake we observed that lies east of us.  We found a waterfall which I've named Tony's Falls.  These are wide falls, with the water creating rainbows as it falls like a curtain over it's 57 foot drop off a mountain ledge.  Hunting has been good and there have been no natives around.

Mary 40: [Mounted, normal, northwest]  Private Journal #2, 1 July 1834: Continuing downstream from Tony's Falls, we found ourselves still traversing mountainous terrain.  The river, which I am now going to call the Rose River, has turned northwest.  Private Journal #2, 7 July 1834: A small native tribe appeared before us as we tried to head further northwest along the river.  With only 8 gifts, it seemed best not to try to negotiate but to merely form a strong defensive posture.  [Policy #1, result = 2 = N = natives do nothing.]  The natives are watching us and we are watching them.  It appears to be a silent standoff.  We can't hunt while in this defensive posture so we are forced to use our rations.  However, I still have 45 rations left.

Mary 41: [Mounted, normal, northwest and west] Private Journal #2, 8 July 1834: We are leaving camp and getting out of this area before the natives attack us.  So far, so good.  Private Journal #2, 12 July 1834: Don't ever let anyone tell you that chimpanzees are cute.  They are nasty thieving little chumps!  Our camp was raided in the late evening by a large troop of chimpanzees.  My four askaris and I tried shooting them to scare them off but we only managed to kill one of them since we were being careful to avoid shooting our own men and horses.  After they had gone we found that the chimps had made off with 19 of our rations.  So now we have only 26 rations left.  Argh!  Private Journal #2, 20 July 1834: At last we've come down out of the mountains into the veldt.  We're following the Rose River downstream and have found a tributary coming in from the southwest, which I suspect will eventually turn out to be a desert region.  So we are going to continue following the main channel westward.  Private Journal #2, 31 July 1834: The veldt continued on and so did the river, but the Rose River is now taking a northwesterly course.  We have found no new natives in this region.  The game has mostly fallen off or stayed away from our expedition, so we have had to use a couple of our rations.  We're down to 24 rations now.  I believe we are less than 150 miles of the coast, but the coastal Namib Desert lies between our veldt and the ocean, so we don't want to go that way.  The Namib Desert is reputed to be one of the worst and driest deserts in the world.

Mary 42: [Mounted, normal, northwest] Private Journal #2, 8 August 1834: It was no surprise to me to find that the veldt we had been passing through gradually turned into desert as we followed the Rose River northwest.  Just when I was thinking that this river would flow into the swamps that are part of the Cunene River system, the Rose River turned to the northeast.  Private Journal #2, 10 August 1834: We encountered a medium-sized tribe today and decided to try to retreat rather than engage it.  In this we were successful, so we have started back-tracking toward the veldt.  I do not wish to risk a combat with natives at this time.  Besides, our horses were not finding sufficient grazing in the desert, so we were going to have to turn back anyway.  Private Journal #2, 18 August 1834: Back in the veldt we have had quite superlative hunting so no rations have been consumed.

Mary 43: [Mounted, normal, east] Private Journal #2, 15 September 1834:   Having traveled up the Rose River to the east, I thought I'd venture away from the river and head inland, still on an easterly course.  We encountered mountainous terrain but also found a native tribe (Tribe 41) from which we successfully retreated back west.  Hunting has been very good.

Mary 44: [Mounted, normal pace, northeast, then northwest] Private Journal #2, 2 October 1834:   When we tried to go northeast from the fork in the river we came to a jungle/swamp, so we couldn't go that way because of our horses.  Private Journal #2, 20 October 1834:   We decided to try going northwest from the fork in the Rose River.  We found more veldt terrain.  Moreover, a river is flowing out of the jungle/swamp which is to the east. After some exploration we found that it curved northeast and then traveled in that direction.  Hunting has been excellent.  There are no natives in this area.

Mary 45: [Mounted, normal pace, northeast] Private Journal #2, 21 November 1834:   The river we've been following continued northeast for another 100 miles through veldt terrain.  Then the terrain became desert.  For some 50 miles the river continued northeast, then another branch came in from the west while the main river course veered northwest.  No natives have been found along it so far.  We had to use a couple of rations.

Mary 46: [Mounted, normal pace, northwest] Private Journal #2, 23 November 1834:   A flash flood in a desert wadi in which we were camped destroyed half our expedition.  We lost 5 horses, 1 bearer, 2 askaris, 11 rations, and 4 gifts. Private Journal #2, 23 December 1834: Continuing downstream to the northwest, the river bent east through veldt terrain with no cataracts, then turned northeast through veldt, also with no cataracts.  Small native tribe (#44) then found.  Expedition successfully retreats west.  Hunting is good.  No rations used.

Mary 47: [Mounted, normal pace, south] Private Journal #2, 19 January 1835: We traveled back up the river, through the desert and into the veldt.  Then we went east to see what we could find.  We found veldt terrain with a river heading to the southwest, which appeared to lead into the jungle swamp that was the source of the river we had been following.  A medium-sized tribe of native (T45) was spotted and we beat a hasty retreat to our river before exploring the area fully.  Eastward exploration appears blocked by terrain or natives.  Hunting, at least, has been excellent.

Mary 48: [Mounted, normal pace, north] Private Journal #2, 28 February 1835: We headed back north up the river we have been exploring, and took the left-forking branch in the desert.  We found it continued to travel west and then northwest toward some as yet unknown source.  However, the terrain continued to be desert with poor hunting.  So we used 4 rations and have only 7 left.  I must now consider whether or not to continue exploring or to make for Benguela as fast as possible before the supplies peter out.  At least the river is headed in the direction of Benguela.  We must be getting close to the coast.

Mary 49: [Mounted, normal pace, northwest] Private Journal #2, 26 March 1835: We managed to get lost in the desert trying to go upstream.  Four rations were used because nothing was found by hunting.  Only 3 rations remain!

Mary 50: [Mounted, normal pace, northwest] Private Journal #2, 29 April 1835: Finally we left the desert and entered veldt territory.  The river we had been following came to an end.  No natives were found.  We pressed on for another 180 miles through known jungle and veldt and at last came to the Portuguese colonial port of Benguela.  I disbanded my expedition and cached my remaining 3 rations, 4 gifts, and 1 musket just outside of town.  I'm now ready to board ship and go home to England so that I can report the results of my journey from Durban across southwest Africa to Benguela.  This is the first time anyone has reached a western port by starting from the Cape Colony.  We learned many important things about the terrain in this region that should help future explorers and travelers.

Mary 51: [at sea, returning to England] Private Journal #2, 6 June 1835: Mary took ship out of Benguela and after a stop in Lisbon, Portugal, made her way to London, reaching it on 6 June 1835.  Her newspaper was excited to learn of her arrival back from Africa.

Mary 52: [in London] 9 July 1835:   The journalist Mary Koprivnik had reported her many discoveries in southwest Africa in the Times of London and also at the Geographical Society of London.  Among her noteworthy discoveries were the reports of Mount Anton (16,900 ft.) and Mount Koprivnik (15,500 ft.), which were currently the 3rd and 4th highest mountains in Africa that had been published.  The source of the Vaal River had been found by her in the region of Mount Koprivnik.  Mount Anton overlooked the southwest corner of Lake Stroup.  She also found the Joseph River, with its 87 ft. high Michael Falls, west of Mount Anton flowing northeast into Lake Stroup.  North of that was the much more substantial Rose River.  Having studied the reports of previous explorations, Mary Koprivnik stated that she was certain that the Rose River, whose course she had charted, was the same river that the botanist Lisa Stroup had discovered exiting Lake Stroup on the west side of the lake.  This river meandered west through what she had chosen to call the Koprivnik Mountain Range of southwest Africa.  Along it she found the 57 ft. waterfall she named Tony's Falls.  Dropping out of the mountains into veldt terrain, the Rose River eventually reached the Namib desert near the coast and turned northeast.  Mary had not followed it further due to the presence of a native tribe in the desert that she did not want to encounter.  However, based on her later discoveries, she felt that unless the Rose River emptied into a salt lake, it almost certainly would devolve into the swamps that led to the Cunene River that formed the southern border of Angola.  So she felt one of the mysteries of Africa had been solved.

In the veldt and desert terrain north of the Rose River Mary had found what she called the Anton River.  She didn't know where it began, although the possibility exists that it flows out of the unexplored north side of Lake Stroup.  It winds its way west through veldt and jungle/swamp terrain before turning northeast through more veldt and some desert landscapes.  Perhaps it travels north through the interior and joins the Congo River?  But this is just speculation.  What is definite is that a tributary of the Anton River begins southeast of Benguela, beyond the bordering jungle, and heads southeast and east into the Anton River.  This tributary she named the Michael River.  For travelers and explorers from Benguela, it would be a gateway into the interior.

Mary's expedition found six native tribes, only one of which, the Bushawa, became friendly to her.  This tribe inhabits the southern Koprivnik Mountain Range just north of the veldt terrain along the Orange River.  East of the Bushawa tribe are mountains where Mary Koprivnik discovered diamonds.  Chief Wakambo of the Bushawa had an interesting tale to tell.  He said that deep in the interior of Africa there is a white man who lives with the animals and talks to them.  He even is reputed to travel by swinging from tree to tree on vines.  Although very interesting to hear, the story seems to be very improbable. 

All told, the Koprivnik expedition revealed the terrain and inhabitants of a stretch of southwest Africa that ran some 1000 miles long by 200 to 300 miles wide, from the Cape Colony to Angola.  After reporting her discoveries, she received $1700 in donations and three free ticket offers for another expedition.  (Mary earns 41 points for her discoveries and reports.  This gives her a total of 93 points and puts her in the lead on published points, although Judy currently also has 93 points if her unpublished 14 points is added to her 79 published points.)  [Donations received: $400, $300, 4 x $200, 2 x $100 = $1700, plus free tickets to Khartoum, Benguela and Laurenco Marques.  This is the first time Khartoum has appeared as a destination.] 

Mary 53: [in Khartoum] 13 August 1835:   Having received substantial donations totaling $1700 and also three free ticket offers, at the behest of her newspaper, the Times of London, the journalist Mary Koprivnik accepted the free ticket to Khartoum.  It was felt that with three different expeditions (those of Brian Ankenman, Carrie Ankenman, and Judy Jerkich) trying to find the source of the Nile by exploring northward, Mary should head south and try to meet one or more of the expeditions.  It would offer excellent opportunities for getting a news scoop.  27 August 1835:  Mary Koprivnik arrived in Khartoum and began the process of hiring a camel expedition to take her south to find the source of one of the branches of the Nile.

Mary 54: [mounted - camels, reckless, southeast and north] 20 August 1835:   Journalist Mary Koprivnik set out from Khartoum with 7 askaris, 2 bearers, and 3 guides, all of them riding thirteen camels.  Another 4 pack camels helped to carry the supplies of 120 rations, 20 gifts, and 5 muskets.  2 September 1835:   Following the Blue Nile southeast through the desert, the expedition reached the impassable cataract that marked the southernmost known point of the Blue Nile.  25 September 1835:  Mary's camel expedition made its way 200 miles north through the mountains of Ethiopia with the plan of exploring the high plateau of Ethiopia to see whether the Blue Nile began there, as was surmised by many scholars.  She would prove once and for all whether this was true or not. Hunting was quite good so no rations had to be used.  From here, the expedition will launch itself into the unknown lands of Ethiopia.

Mary 55: [mounted - camels, normal, east] 30 October 1835:   Mary Koprivnik's expedition moved eastward from the western Ethiopian mountains down into veldt terrain in which a pool of water formed by springs formed the beginning of a river heading east.  They followed the river eastward into mountainous terrain, but no significant cataract was found along the route to that point.  Hunting provided about two thirds of their food needs.  Five rations had to be used.  The group encountered a small band of about 12 slave traders who hastened to make themselves scarce at the site of Mary's approaching expedition.  (2 bonus points for slave trader encounter.)

Mary 56: [mounted - camels, normal, west, northeast, southeast] 29 November 1835:   Before heading southwest along what she hoped was the Blue Nile, Mary decided to retrace her steps to the veldt she had discovered.  From there her expedition went northeast into the mountains so as to leave no place in Ethiopia unexplored.   She discovered there the highest mountain yet found in Africa.  "Glory be," she said, upon first beholding its majestic summit, and so it was named Mount Glory.  It proved to be 19,800 feet high, exceeding Mount Woe in the south by some 600 feet.  Mary's camel company then continued southeast back to where her river turned southwest in the mountains.  From now on she hoped to follow the course of the river until it presumably, she hoped, joined the known stretch of the Blue Nile.  Hunting was good so no rations were used.

Mary 57: [mounted - camels, normal, southwest] 30 November 1835:   A flash flood swept down the narrow mountain valley in which Mary's camel expedition was camped.  Eight of the 17 camels were swept away and six of the men: 2 guides, 1 bearer, and 3 askaris.  Mary herself survived.  After the flood she took stock and found that 58 rations, 2 muskets, and 10 gifts had also survived.  She had enough mounts and pack horses to carry those supplies.  29 December 1835:   By following the river, the camel expedition entered veldt terrain again and after that it fell through mountain defiles where its course often became filled with violent rapids.  One of the mountains, which the journalist named Mount Mary after herself, had a significant height of 17,000 ft.  The group was fed by good hunting so it was able to save its precious rations.  Mary now believed it almost certain that the river she was following was the elusive source of the Blue Nile.

Mary 58: [mounted - camels, normal, southwest] 22 January 1836:   After finding that 20 rations were bad, Mary continued into more mountain terrain.  The river Mary had been following was joined from the southeast by another tributary but then turned northwest.  At one point it went over a 73 ft. waterfall which she named Anton's Falls.  Then it continued on to the northwest until it reached the impassable Blue Nile Falls that were already known.  So mary had indeed found the source of the Blue Nile.  She made her way southeast to explore the other tributary but on the way she encountered a medium tribe of natives who ambushed her.  Mary's expedition won the battle but she lost two of her four askaris killed in action.  Although she captured 2 of the Kipitipi tribesmen that had been defeated, Mary magnanimously let them go.  (She gets 1 point for doing that.)  Attempting to continue southeast up the tributary, her guide got the expedition lost.  They got nowhere and the guide deserted them.  So Mary's expedition was reduced to herself, two askaris, and one bearer.  They all rode camels and the bearer led two pack camels.  Hunting was good and no rations were consumed.

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Carrie - Black - Anthropologist - 1. Kilwa, 2. Capetown

Carrie 1:  February 26, 1831,  Letter:  Dear Brian,  I have safely reached Kilwa and have not had any trouble with the local Omanis.  I am getting my foot expedition organized and will set off soon for the interior.  Wish me luck!  I won't be able to get letters to you until I return, but I will be thinking of you every day as you make your voyage up the Congo.  Be careful, and don't step on any crocodiles!

Carrie 2:  [Foot, reckless] Personal diary, 2 March 1831: I heard that the Omanis will probably require me to pay a large tax for the right to proceed on my exhibition.  Heck no!  We leave at 4:00 a.m. tomorrow and will go at a rapid pace westward to get out of range of their "tax" collectors.  11 March 1831: The poor bearers pushed along at 12 miles the first day, 15 miles the second day, and sometimes 20 miles per day thereafter.  So we made it to the edge of the veldt at last and then with somewhat reckless abandon proceeded into uncharted territory.   14 March 1831: Thanks to our guide Mabuto's help we did not get lost [die roll 3-1+1 = 3 = OK] as we moved forward into the unknown some 10 days ago.  The terrain has changed dramatically.  We are now in a mountainous jungle, but these are low mountains, barely more than hills.  We have not discovered a river.  [Native tribe T01 discovered. Size = medium (die roll =5).  Policy = #1.  Natives roll 6 = Charge.  Result = 9 = Natives Hide.]  17 March 1831:  Today we encountered a native tribe.  We took a defensive posture behind a small ridge and waited to see what would happen.  The natives looked like they were going to charge us but the sight of 10 men armed with muskets must have discouraged them, so they have hidden themselves from us.  For the time being we are staying in our camp and being watchful against any surprise attack by them.  We dare not go off hunting, so we'll have to consume our rations instead.  With so much food being consumed, I'll be able to discharge three bearers at the first opportunity, which will be as soon as we leave this place.  Our rations are down to 112.

Carrie 3: [Foot, normal pace] Personal Diary, 18 March 1831: Today I decided we had better leave our camp at dawn and head back to the veldt before we had trouble with the natives.  It would have been nice to get to know them better, but we'll probably be safer if we get back into known territory.  We survived the day without encountering natives.  I dismissed three bearers today who then ran on ahead of us back to Kilwa, no doubt.  31 March 1831: After having pushed the pace out of the mountainous jungle where we left the natives, we then with good speed marched east, then south through the veldt, staying away from Kilwa. We have at last arrived on the banks of the Rufiji River.  We'll have better hunting here along a river, but as it is we've not had to use any rations since leaving the natives.  Game has been plentiful.

Carrie 4: [Foot, normal pace] Personal Diary, 12 April 1831: Our guide Mabuto failed us, and now he has run off, embarrassed, no doubt, by his failure.  We got lost [die roll = 1+1] trying to go upstream on the Rufiji.  Somehow we strayed too far from the river and now we don't know where we are in relation to it.  At least the hunting has remained excellent, so no rations are being used. 

Carrie 5: [Foot, normal pace] Personal Diary, 25 April 1831: We've found the river and can proceed again.  However, one of the bearers reports that 20 of our rations are bad and useless as food.  It looks like an outfitter cheated us back in Kilwa.  We'll have to discard those rations.  I figure I should discharge another two bearers to keep the food use down, but may wait a little bit before I do so.  Personal Diary, 13 May 1831: In late April our route along the river left the veldt and entered jungle terrain.  The going has been slow in the thick jungle undergrowth, but the river continues on due west with an occasional large island in its midst.  [Native tribe T06 discovered. Size = small (die roll = 4).  Policy = 5.  Natives roll 8 = Charge.  Result = 4 = natives hide.]  Personal Diary, 19 May 1831: A couple of days ago I let two bearers go back home since we didn't have enough for them to carry.  Then yesterday we stumbled upon another native tribe.  It was a small one, but despite our friendly overtures they ran and hid from us.  We did manage to seize hold of one larger lumbering member of the tribe who told us the tribe was called the Chewa [5 points for tribe name].  As best we could understand, the name of this man was Chewbacca.  We let him go and forged onward.  Hunting has been quite good, so we only had to use 2 rations.

Carrie 6: [Foot, normal pace] Personal Diary, 24 June 1831: Our journey up the Rufiji River has gone well this past month.  First of all, we managed not to get lost.  As we traveled, the terrain has became more mountainous, although there are no particularly high mountains.  But these mountains must be part of the same range that we had previously discovered north of here at the beginning of our expedition.  However, we have left the jungle behind us. The river itself has made a major turn to the southeast, but no significant cataract has been found.  Nor have we encountered any natives.  Hunting has been most excellent  (Die roll = 5 = 30 fresh rations). 

Carrie 7: [Foot, normal pace] Personal Diary, 31 July 1831:  I don't like swamps!!! Especially when they are in a jungle!   The Rufiji River will never be a main artery of trade in East Africa, for we have found that it flows out of a morass of swampy jungle terrain some 375 miles from the sea.  We have learned enough about this area to know that we will have to retrace our steps from this place to continue our exploration for we will surely get lost if we try to go forward from here.  No natives have been discovered in these steamy swamps, but the hunting has been fairly good.  We only had to use 2 rations over the past month.

Carrie 8: [Foot, normal pace] Personal Diary, 30 August 1831:  We have retraced our route back to the mountainous region where the Rufiji River first turned southeast toward the jungle swamp.  Hunting along the river has been fine so we didn't use more than another 2 rations.  We have 86 rations left.  No new natives have been found.

Carrie 9: [Foot, normal pace] Personal Diary, 7 October 1831:  I decided to go due west from the terrain in which we were located.  We soon found ourselves descending the mountains into jungle terrain.   Our trek stayed on course, however, even in the midst of the jungle, for our compasses did not fail us.  Toward the beginning of the last week of September we had found some springs that were the source of what appears to be a significant river flowing westward in the direction I wish to travel.  So we have followed the river from its source and perhaps we may follow it to its end if supplies hold out, since one cannot get lost going downstream on a river.  Although I am eager to find more natives, we haven't found any lately.  However, hunting has been quite good along the river and in the jungle so we've only had to use two more of our rations.

Carrie 10: [Foot, normal pace] Personal Diary, 29 October  1831: The river we are following ran out of the jungle into veldt.  Then it turned northwest. Our journey in this part of Africa is going well so far. Personal Diary, 18 November  1831:   I got my wish.  We found a large tribe of natives. [Native tribe T12 discovered. Size = large (die roll = 6).  Policy = 6.  Natives roll 4 = Ambush.  Result = 11 = Expedition wins battle.  Askari losses = roll of 3 = 4 askaris lost; roll 9* = 4 natives captured; roll 4 = native village found; option chosen: keep prisoners and loot. 14 loot rolls.]   Unfortunately, this tribe didn't wait for friendly overtures and ambushed us.  Our muskets proved superior to their spears, but we took casualties as well.  Four of my askaris perished in the attack.  In turn we captured 4 natives before the rest of them fled.  They tell us they are called the Sotho tribe [3 points gained].  As we proceeded down the river we came across the village of this tribe.  After our terrible experience with them we decided to loot it of whatever we needed and then get on our way.  We found some useful things had been left behind for the taking: 3 canoes, 4 gifts and 13 rations.  We might take two canoes and travel downstream in them; if we include our four captives, we have enough bearers to paddle along at a good rate.  It would certainly be faster than going on foot.

Carrie 11: [Foot, normal pace] Personal Diary, 3 December  1831:  One of my bearers, whose name was so hard to pronounce that I called him George, was bitten yesterday by a large centipede.  Although most people survive centipede bites, unfortunately in his case the bite proved fatal.  We buried him today in a grave by the river.  We'll miss good ole' George.  He was a good-natured and fun guy.   Personal Diary, 2 January  1832:  Our river continues to flow through veldt terrain but it has turned eastward now.  I am not ready to go back to Kilwa yet so I'll head west instead.  Personal Diary, 9 January  1832:   We discovered a native tribe not far from the river we had been following.  They are a medium-sized tribe.  Once again we tried an open and friendly approach with the natives.  However, they attacked us and we defended ourselves vigorously.  For our side, we were not able to capture prisoners.  But they managed to kill four of our valiant askaris. Nevertheless, we found their village and proceeded to loot it in retaliation for our askari losses.  [Native tribe T14 discovered. Size = medium (die roll = 4).  Policy = 5.  Natives roll 12 = Charge.  Result = 5 = Expedition wins battle.  Askari losses = roll of 2 = 4 askaris lost; roll 7* = no natives captured; roll 3 = native village found; option chosen:  loot. 6x2 = 12 loot rolls.]  We garnered 4 gifts and 19 rations from that village.  So far we are doing very well with our supplies.  Although food is plentiful, we still have had to use 4 more of our rations.  We have 112 food rations left.  This tribe of natives that we found is apparently the Bakongo [gain 3 points]

Carrie 12: [Foot, normal pace] Personal Diary, 18 January 1832:  Our expedition started west from the river we had been following but in the trackless veldt we have become rather lost.  This is not looking good.  I also keep feeling like we are being followed.  Personal Diary, 18 February 1832:  The natives from the Bakongo tribe have been tracking us.  We tried today to openly parley with them when they showed themselves.  [Native tribe T14 encountered. Size = medium.  Policy = 5.  Natives roll 10 = Neutral.  10 gifts offered. Result = 9 = Bakongo tribe is now friendly.]  They were probably from a different village than those we had defeated in early January, for they accepted 10 gifts from us and became quite friendly.  They have taken us to their village where we have had plenty to eat from them.  So this has become a safer area for us to be in now.  However, I am still anxious to see what lies to the west.  Exploration and discovery are in my blood.

Carrie 13: [Foot, normal pace] Personal Diary, 11 March 1832:  I am enjoying my study of the Bakongo Tribe.  Their religion focuses on ancestors and spirit cults.  Descent is calculated through the females and tribal groups are organized by these lineages.  Each village is rather independent from the others.  The most important people in the villages are the chief, the prophet, and the magicians who are either witch doctors, healers, or diviners.  The chief wants to marry off one of his sons to me, but I keep protesting that I have a husband already.  So I probably had best get moving on before he gets too irritated at my refusal.  Personal Diary, 19 March 1832: We have left the village of the friendly Bakongo and for several days now have been heading west into more of these grasslands.  No river has been found and no new natives.  However, the hunting has been so poor that we've had to use 16 rations.  We have 100 rations left.  Personal Diary, 29 March 1832: Imagine our surprise when today we found a Lost City here in the trackless veldt. [Carrie gains only 5 points for the Lost City.]  But an even greater surprise was in store for me.  There was another expedition already camped here, led by Mary Koprivnik, the noted journalist, who just happens to be my very own dear mother!  Exploring most definitely is in our blood, for like her, I want to have adventures and see the world.  Tomorrow we plan to have a big reunion celebration here at the Lost City.  We shall also explore it together.

Carrie 14: [In camp] Personal Diary, 8 April 1832: One of my bearers reported to me today that 20 of our rations were no good.  They were spoiled, and probably were bad when we bought them.  It's almost a year since we found another batch of bad rations from the same outfitter.  We've been cheated by that Omani who sold them to us!  If I ever get back to Kilwa, he'll be sorry....  In the meantime, we're still camped out here at the Lost City with my mom's expedition.   We still have 80 rations left.  Personal Diary, 28 April 1832:  For the last month, mom and I have been  keeping each other company exploring the Lost City that she found.  It's nice to have her company.  Our men are enjoying the break, but some of them are getting restless to move on.  I've sent the four most restless on their way since we have less to carry now and it will help our remaining food supplies to last longer.  My askaris and I have done some hunting and we have managed to get enough to feed us all, now that the other bearers have been dismissed.  [Hunting roll = 6.]

Carrie 15: [Foot, normal pace, northeast] Personal Diary, 25 May 1832: Since our farewells to my mother some 25 days ago, we have taken a northeasterly course.  The terrain continues to be a rather featureless plain of grasslands.  There are no natives or rivers in this part of the veldt.  We had excellent hunting so no further rations were used as we traversed another 100 miles of Africa.

Carrie 16: [Foot, normal pace, northeast] Personal Diary, 21 June 1832: We have continued our trek to the northeast.  I estimate that I am some 500 miles from Kilwa and the East African coast.  By exploring to the northeast we will give future travelers some idea of what to expect as they get further inland in this part of Africa.  The veldt finally gave way to jungle which has been difficult to explore.  We often are cutting paths for our expedition through the prodigious undergrowth.  However, a few days ago we found some springs that coalesced into the beginning of a strong river that heads northeast.  Given our location and the direction this river is flowing, I wonder whether this might be the fabled source of the Nile.  That would be awesome if we could prove it!  Personal Diary, 1 July 1832: Three days ago we encountered a small native tribe living alongside the new river we are following.  I approached them with a smile on my face and open hands. [Native policy #5; roll = 5 = neutral.] They peacefully came up and we offered their chief ten gifts.  He accepted [roll = 8] and now we are friends of the Balhya Tribe. [Carrie gains 6 points for learning the name of the tribe.]  These are a very poor people but they have given us plenty of food and made celebrations to welcome us. 

Carrie 17: [Foot, normal pace, northeast] Personal Diary, 15 July 1832: Following the river to the northeast, we have discovered that it makes a sudden turn to the west.  So far there has been no sign of any new natives.  Personal Diary, 1 August 1832:  To avoid getting lost in the jungle, we have stayed with the river.  Today we came to a cataract.  It's a waterfall that we measured to be 53 feet high.  I suspect that there are many others in Africa that are higher, but I like it so I'll call it Carrie's Falls.  So far, the hunting along this jungle river has been superb.  We have not had to touch our rations.  Our next burning question is do we follow the river west or try to strike out northwest--a prospect tinged with a 66% chance of getting lost.  That's not very promising.  We could waste months trying to go forward.  Meanwhile, the river may veer northeast again.  We wouldn't know for sure until we tried it.

Carrie 18: [Foot, normal pace, west] Personal Diary, 17 August 1832:  The jungle seems endless as we hack our way through it. Our river has been flowing to the west but has now angled northeast again.  I'm glad of that.  Can we be following the source of the Nile?   Personal Diary, 4 September 1832:  Today we encountered the Tawana tribe.  Showing ourselves as friends we encouraged them to parley with us.  [Native tribe T18 encountered. Size = small.  Policy = 5.  Natives roll 5 = Neutral.  9 gifts offered. Result = 7 = Tawana tribe is now friendly.] They came forward and we achieved friendship through an offer of 9 gifts to their chief.  This now leaves us with only 9 gifts left.  This means that we are not going to be able to make friends more than one more time before we are out of gifts.  However, the Tawana, which is a small tribe, will probably keep us fed while we linger to study their culture.   [6 bonus points for finding the Tawana tribe.] 

Carrie 19: [Foot, normal pace, northeast] Personal Diary, 11 September 1832:  Not again!  I've just learned that we have another bad batch of 20 rations.  That leaves only 54 remaining.  At least the Tawana tribe has kept us fed for the last week while we spent some time studying them and their culture.  Personal Diary, 1 October 1832:  We've been following the river for day's now through more of this thick jungle growth.  It has once again turned west.  I hope it will resume going north soon.  Personal Diary, 15 October 1832:  We've encountered another tribe of natives, but this time we were ambushed by them.  However, we fired a few shots and they scattered and hid.  So we've pressed on to get past their territory.  [Native tribe T20 encountered. Size = medium.  Policy = 5.  Natives roll 3 = Ambush.  Roll 2 = natives hide.Fortunately, the hunting is excellent, so we haven't had to use any more of our rations.

Carrie 20: [Foot, normal pace, west] Personal Diary, 30 October 1832:  The river which we have been calling again has meandered from a westerly course back to a northeast one.  Gradually it is making its way north and I do hope it will eventually be found to be a source of the Nile.  Personal Diary, 17 November 1832:   [Native tribe T22 encountered. Size = medium.  Policy = 5.  Natives roll 10 = negotiate.  Offer 9 gifts.  Roll 7 = friendly.We have encountered the tallest people I have ever seen!  The whole tribe is tall in stature with men reaching heights of over 7 feet tall. When we offered gifts to their chief he accepted them and became our friend.  So once again we are dining at the expense of the locals.  These people are known as Watusi, although they may also be called Tutsi.  [1 bonus point for finding the Watusi.] They are cattle herders who moved into the area and now dominate the earlier peoples who are much shorter.  The women have their heads bound in conical shape from infancy and then pull their thick hair up high to add a few inches more. At the feast which welcomed our expedition to their lands, the Watusi men danced extremely well. 10 men might dance at first, then 50 then 200, moving their feet and waving their spears in intricate patterns.  I've decided to call their style of dance the Watusi.  Moreover, because they are such an agreeable people, I am going to call this river we are on the Watusi River, unless we learn otherwise when we find out where it leads.  We will stay a little while with this delightful jungle tribe.  I want to learn how to do their dances.  But now I have no more gifts to offer if we find a native tribe.  Should I head back to port or risk going further?

Carrie 21: [Foot, normal pace, west] Personal Diary, 24 November 1832:  Our time with the Watusi has been interesting.  We've all been learning their dance moves.  Unfortunately, four of my bearers and four askaris ate some fruit they found growing in the jungle.  Clearly the fruit was poisonous since they all got sick.  We're trying to nurse them back to health with the help of the Watusi's witch doctor.  We'll camp here until they recover.  Personal Diary, 27 November 1832:  One of the askaris who ate the bad fruit died today.  The other seven still are very sick. We're praying for them to recover.  Personal Diary, 29 November 1832:  One of the askaris and one bearer appear to be improving some.  We'll stay with the Watusi tribe while we see how our sick members fare.  Personal Diary, 3 December 1832:  A second askari died today but one bearer is on his feet again, recovering nicely.  Personal Diary, 7 December 1832:  One of the sick askaris is fully recovered now, as is the bearer that I mentioned last time that was doing well.  So, two men have recovered and two have died.  The others four are still quite sick.   Personal Diary, 16 December 1832:  Of those who ate the poisonous fruit, I still have one seriously sick bearer.  However, the two other sick bearers and the sick askari are beginning to look like they might recover okay.  The friendly Watusi have been helping out by providing us with food during our long stay, although my two healthy askari have done a bit of hunting to help us out.  This has been a bad break for us.  Losing two askaris means that we now have three left, of whom one is still ill.  Without gifts and with so few askaris, we are at serious risk if we meet another unfriendly tribe on our journeys.

Carrie 22: [Foot, camped] Personal Diary, 12 January 1833:  Of my four men who had still been sick from eating the poisonous fruit, three (one askari and two bearers) are now healed.  One bearer is still improving.  We are staying with the friendly Watusi tribe until all are healed.

Carrie 23: [Foot, camped] Personal Diary, 10 February 1833:  Weeks have gone by and the last sick bearer is still in an improving but not yet healed state.  He seems not able to become fully well.  In the meantime, I am learning much about the habits of the Watusi people.  However, the rest of my expedition is getting restless and wants to move on.  I have already decided to return to port when the last bearer heals.

Carrie 24: [Foot, camped] Personal Diary, 5 March 1833:  This is getting ridiculous.  The last bearer remains sick.  In fact, he has become more seriously ill and is no longer improving.  Fortunately, the Watusi seem to enjoy our company.  I've been teaching them some of our English dances.  They usually laugh at them.

Carrie 25: [Foot, camped] Personal Diary, 23 March 1833:  The bearer who was still seriously sick from eating the poisoned fruit has finally succumbed.  [Die roll of 5 = dies]  We buried him today.  We will stay with the Watusi for a little awhile yet as we prepare to get going on our expedition's return to port.

Carrie 26: [Foot, reckless, south] Personal Diary, 28 March 1833:  After a few months of lollagagging about with the Watusis, my expedition moved on today, heading south across the jungle.  Instead of following the river upstream we will cut across country to the Tawana tribe, then the Balhya tribe and finally head across the veldt to the Bakongo tribe. Personal Diary, 30 April 1833:  After it's been a year since we visited the Bakongo.  I hope the chief doesn't still want me to marry one of his sons.  We'll stay with this tribe to rest for a few days, but I'm leaving quickly if he brings up the marriage prospects again. We have covered over 400 miles in jungle and veldt terrain over the past month, but now we're ready to follow the river eastward from the Bakongo Village.

Carrie 27: [Foot, normal, east] Personal Diary, 28 May 1833:  After staying a bit longer than expected with the Bakongo, the chief again started pointing out his charming sons as quite marriageable.  It was time to leave.  We headed east, downstream, and eventually entered dense jungle which took us quite a bit of time to hack our way through so that we could follow the river.  Eventually we found that our river curved back to the northwest.  Personal Diary, 11 June 1833:  We haven't found any natives in this part of the river.  So far, the hunting has been good and we haven't had to use more rations.  I'm guessing that we are now about 400 miles west-southwest of Kilwa.  Should I follow the river a bit more or head east for Kilwa?

Carrie 28: [Foot, normal, northwest] Personal Diary, 21 July 1833:  I decided to dismiss some of my bearers since I had 4 more than I really needed.  They were going to try heading east to get back to Kilwa.  I, on the other hand, opted to go down the river to the northwest a bit more to see what could be found.  The jungle gave way to veldt and we spent a few days in the sunshine.  Then we spotted a medium-sized group of natives ahead.  That was not good for us with only 3 askaris and no gifts.  So we beat a hasty retreat and here we are back in the jungle again.  One option is to try to blaze a trail east through the jungle, which likely will be difficult.  I could also lead us southeast which is where the river we are now on begins.  We more or less know that territory since we explored it earlier.  I could go east to the mountain we had found and from there try trekking southwest into uncharted lands to get around the swamp that lies southeast of the mountain.  Or we could descend the mountain into the jungle that lies ahead of us now.  One way or another, we need to move on and stay away from natives.  Hunting has been reasonably good.  I only had to use 2 rations.

Carrie 29: [Foot, normal, southeast and east] Personal Diary, 11 August 1833:  Rather than forge through unknown jungle into who knows what kind of terrain, I have turned my expedition southeast.  This has taken into known terrain--the jungle we explored when we first found the source of the river that winds back on itself and which we had just left a few weeks ago.  From here we will go east to the mountains.  Personal Diary, 29 August 1833:  We're back in the mountains, which are cooler and nicely refreshing after our stay in the jungles.  We haven't had to dip into our rations this past month since the fresh food has been easy to find.

Carrie 30: [Foot, normal, southwest] Personal Diary, 11 September 1833:  We've headed southwest to see if the mountains continue.  They appear to do so, but we didn't find any new rivers as we went.  However, we found a native tribe that appeared to be medium-sized, and not being prepared well to deal with natives we hastily retreated back to where we began some two weeks ago. Personal Diary, 21 September 1833:  As we wander about in the mountains seeking a new way back to the coast, we've had to use up two more rations to supplement the hunting.

Carrie 31: [Foot, normal, northwest] Personal Diary, 24 October 1833:  Having come down out of the mountains into lowland jungle, we were happy to find a river.  It continues downstream to the northwest, while it bends northeast  going upstream.  We've been exploring in this area and have hunted fairly well, so only 2 rations have been used in the past month. 

Carrie 32: [Foot, normal, northeast] Personal Diary, 18 November 1833:  We strayed from the river and got lost in the jungle.  So for most of the month we've been wandering blindly in this jungle.  Not good!  At least the food here has been plentiful and we've eaten well.

Carrie 33: [Foot, normal, northeast] Personal Diary, 24 November 1833:  Craziness!  The bearers say that the omens are bad so they refuse to leave camp.  How long will this go on?  Personal Diary, 23 December 1833:  Absolutely insane!  Here we are, one month later and the bearers still won't move along because of bad omens.  Ay yi yi yi yi!  We've had to use up 2 rations more to feed ourselves, but we still have 46 left.  I hope for Christmas the natives give me a present of getting this expedition on the road again!

Carrie 34: [Foot, normal, northeast] Personal Diary, 23 January 1834:  Happy days are here again.... The bearers finally said the omens were good, but they waited until New Year's Day to do so!  So we have now moved on upstream and come to the source of the river we had been on.  It is in veldt terrain.  But the other amazing thing is that I found a note left by Brian at the source of the river saying he had been here July 5th of 1833 and was headed north into veldt terrain.  The note went on to say that he might not stay in the veldt for much longer.  When I checked back in my diary to see where I was on the 5th of July it appears that we were less than 200 miles apart, and may have been much closer.  Well, I'm now due west of Kilwa about 200 miles and am seriously thinking of heading back there now.  In the meantime, our rations are in good shape since we've been able to feed everyone by hunting.

Carrie 35: [Foot, reckless, northeast] Personal Diary, 28 February 1834:  Having returned to known lands just west of Kilwa, I decided to head up the coast at swift speed to the veldt region opposite Zanzibar.  I might try a little more exploring here before I go home to England since I still have some supplies left.  Hunting has been reasonably good and only 2 more rations were used.

Carrie 36: [Foot, in camp] Personal Diary, 27 March 1834:  We managed to avoid hostile natives for many days now, but we couldn't avoid the dreaded tsetse flies.  My entire expedition succumbed to sleeping sickness, although I had only a mild case that didn't keep me from functioning.  I alone did the hunting since everyone else took sick.  We had to use 8 rations, leaving us 36.  Of my men, two askaris have died and another one is improving.  Two bearers have recovered, three are improving, and one is seriously ill.

Carrie 37: [Foot, in camp] Personal Diary, 25 April 1834:  My last surviving askari and one of the bearers has healed.  I still have three sick bearers, one of whom is seriously ill, but the other two seem to be improving.  I managed to hunt for the group so we only used 5 rations.  I have 31 rations left.  It loks like I'll be in camp awhile yet.

Carrie 38: [Foot, in camp] Personal Diary, 20 May 1834:  Two more bearers have recovered.  The last sick bearer is improving.  My lone askari and I hunted well enough that we only had to use two rations.  We can move on soon since the healthy bearers can carry the one who is sick and still carry our remaining rations.

Carrie 39: [Foot, lost] Personal Diary, 15 June 1834:  After sitting around in camp so long we lost our bearings and didn't manage to go far while carrying our sick bearer.  However, he did manage to heal over time so all my men are well now.  Hunting has been good but with only one askari and myself to do the hunting we still had to use 4 rations.  Nevertheless, I still have 25 rations left, which can last awhile.

Carrie 40: [Foot, normal, northwest] Personal Diary, 15 July 1834:  Finally we are exploring again.  Northwest of our long-time camp in the veldt, the terrain turned mountainous.  No rivers nor natives were found as we thoroughly explored this new terrain feature.  Perhaps the long stretch of coastal veldt was going to give way to something different for awhile.  Hunting has been fine.  We only used 2 rations; 23 are left.

Carrie 41: [Foot, normal, northeast] Personal Diary, 8 August 1834:  Keeping with my plan to stay near the coast, we headed northeast from our mountains.  This took us back into the veldt.  To our surprise, we found the source of a river heading northeast.  Since this river will be near to the port of Mombasa, I am calling it the Mombasa River.  As we trekked northeast along the river, we found some rapids, but no falls.  I'm wondering whether this river eventually becomes part of the Nile River system.  There is so much more to explore!  We've had to use four more rations, leaving us with 19 rations, but we can go further yet. 

Carrie 42: [Foot, normal, northeast] Personal Diary, 8 September 1834:  When we reached a point on the Mombasa River that was due west of Mombasa, we found that the river itself also turned west.  At this point I dismissed two beaers in order to save on rations.  We then followed the river westward and eventually came upon a 75 ft. waterfall that I am calling the Mombasa Falls due to its proximity to that port.  Near the waterfall we also found relics of a long-lost ancient civilization.  Hunting has been superb and all of us have eaten fresh food.

Carrie 43: [Foot, normal, west] Personal Diary, 11 October 1834:  I continued to lead my small expedition west, downstream on the Mombasa River.  The terrain remained veldt, no natives were encountered, and we had to use 2 rations, leaving 17 left.

Carrie 44: [Foot, normal pace, west] Personal Diary, 3 November 1834:  The Mombasa River stayed its westerly course for awhile and then dipped southwest.  the terrain around it is still veldt.  However, we encountered a small tribe of natives (Tribe 43) and beat a hasty retreat back up the river to where we had started on 12 October.  We had to use 2 rations; we have 15 left.

Carrie 45: [Foot, reckless pace, southeast, south and east] Personal Diary, 5 November 1834:  I've had enough!  My expedition has been on the move since departing Kilwa on  March 3, 1831 for the interior.   That's a long time to be away from civilization.  We're heading back to port.  I think we shall go back by way of Zanzibar this time.  Personal Diary, 25 November 1834:  We first headed overland to the source of the Mombasa River, after which we turned south to the mountains I had discovered.  We traveled at a very brisk pace since we had already explored and mapped the territory. Personal Diary, 27 November 1834:  Today we accidentally came across a party of mounted explorers, and it happened to be my Brian!  He was lost, but happy to have found me!  This is a great day! Personal Diary, 12 December 1834:  It was sad to have to leave Brian after being separated for several years, but we eventually trudged eastward across the veldt to catch a ferry over to Zanzibar.  Hunting was poor at our reckless pace so we had to use 4 rations, but now we are in port and I'm soon to go home with lots of news to share with the world.  Brian believes I'll be world famous!

Carrie 46: [On board ship sailing for England]  December 1834 - January 1835

Carrie 47: [in London]  27 January 1835: Anthropologist Carrie Ankenman lectured before the Geographical Society of London on her significant discoveries in the region of East Africa.  She presented maps detailing her journeys since February 26 of 1831.  In nearly four years in Africa, Prof. Carrie Ankenman discovered eleven native tribes, several of whom she made friendly to herself by offering gifts.  She defeated two tribes in combat.  She learned that the Rufiji River upstream passes through jungle and mountain before coming to a jungle/swamp.  To the southwest of Kilwa she knows that there is a range of mountains running from northeast to southwest, deeper into the interior.  Beyond those mountains lies a jungle containing a river that wended its way west and then zigzagged to the north.  She named this the Carrie River.  She only revealed its extent as far as the friendly Bakongo Tribe, although she did say it extends further north.  Beyond the Bakongo Tribe lay the Lost City discovered and reported by Mary Koprivnik, the journalist.  However, Prof. Ankenman notes that there is further jungle and a river to the north of the Bakongo Tribe and the Lost City, the details of which she is not yet ready to reveal.  But she noted that she believed that this river could be a source of the Nile and she intended to explore it further.  Carrie Ankenman's other discoveries include the Zanzibar Mountain to the west of Zanzibar.  Northeast of this she found the source of a river leading into the interior which she has named the Mombasa River, due to its close proximity to the port of Mombasa.  Finally, three detailed anthropological reports were put forth by Carrie Ankenman on the Chewa, Bakongo and Sotho tribes.  She promises more reports to eventually follow, especially for tribes along the river she believes may be the source of the Nile.  In response to these reports, Prof. Ankenman was soon offered donations totaling $1850 and free tickets to either Capetown or Durban.  [52 points were published out of 84 total points discovered on her first expedition. Carrie's published terrain is shown by black diamonds; the unpublished terrain is shown by her black squares.]

Carrie 48: [From London to Capetown] March 3, 1835: Four years previous, Carrie had set out from Kilwa on her journeys of discovery that lasted almost 4 years.  Now Carrie has returned to the dark continent, this time to Capetown where she will organize a mounted expedition to travel the length of Africa from Capetown north to Khartoum on the Nile.

Carrie 49: [Mounted, normal, northeast ] April 4, 1835: Carrie's mounted expedition rides northeast to where the orange River enters the mountains.  By remaining in the Cape Colony, no disasters or food needs occur.

Carrie 50: [Mounted, normal, east/northeast ] May 7, 1835: Carrie's expedition followed the Orange River to its source and then headed east along the mountains at the north side of Zululand until heading into the veldt northwest of Laurenco Marques.  No rations used.

Carrie 51: [Mounted, normal, northeast ] June 12, 1835: Carrie went north and northeast for 600 miles at a reckless pace, crossing the Limpopo and Zambezi Rivers and then continuing to the veldt that is some 200 miles west/northwest of Quilimane.  Despite the reckless pace, she was able to feed all her people by hunting.

Carrie 52: [Mounted, normal, east and north] July 10, 1835: Twenty of the expedition's rations were found to be inedible, due to having been cheated by a sharp outfitter.  Carrie had pressed on nevertheless, following the coastal veldt region of Mozambique until at last she reached the Rufiji River and camped.  By now her expedition had traversed some 2400 miles since leaving Capetown, but it had been all in known lands.  Now she planned to start heading into the interior and hopefully find the source of the Nile and follow it to Khartoum.  Hunting was fine so no rations had to be consumed.

Carrie 55: [Mounted, normal, west, then north and northwest] October 27, 1835: One of Carrie's guides persistently talked about the elephant graveyard to the west with its ivory tusks in enormous abundance.  So Carrie said "Lead on!" and the guide proceeded to get them lost before he ran away out of shame for getting them lost.  Carrie went back and her expedition stayed with the Watusi tribe for most of another month.

Carrie 56: [Mounted, normal, northwest] November 30, 1835: After leaving the Watusi tribe, Carrie's mounted expedition followed the River Carrie for nearly 150 miles more to the northwest.  The river traversed more jungle all along the way.  Presumably this was part of an immense central African jungle area, but it is hard to explore jungles away from rivers.  In mid November another branch joined its waters to the River Carrie.  This branch came from the southwest.  It was another potential avenue of exploration into the interior of deepest Africa.  But Carrie continued to the northeast on the main stream of the river.  Unfortunately, she was ambushed along the way by a large native tribe called the Hatsa (#55), and all her expedition--animals and men--were lost except one guide and herself, along with 9 rations and her musket.  This was the first time she had been defeated by natives and had to endure such losses.  Her expedition had come so far but now, just when it was beginning to actually learn new things about Africa, it was all gone.  Ay yi yi!  [Mary will get 2 points when this event is published.]

Carrie 57: [Foot, normal, northeast] December 2, 1835:  Carrie and her sole companion, a guide, thought they were safe after having escaped the Hatsa tribe a few days ago.  But suddenly they were attacked by some roving natives which they later learned were cannibals!  It was a near thing, but Carrie and her guide managed to elude them and get away safely, thus avoiding being eaten.  December 13, 1835:  Carrie and her guide followed the River Carrie northeast until they could go no further because the river flowed into a very large lake.  Carrie named it Lake Ankenman.   December 26, 1835:  Forced to turn back upstream, Carrie and her guide once again encountered the Hatsa tribe.  This time, however, she was able to earn their friendship by giving them everything she had except her personal musket and her guide.  Thus, for 9 rations she earned the friendship of the Hatsa tribe.  The tribe fed her and she celebrated Christmas among them.

Carrie 58: [Foot, normal, east] January 28, 1836:  Carrie tried to head east into the jungle to get around the lake she had found.  However, her guide got her lost and then deserted her.  She made her way back to the Hatsa tribe to rest awhile before another attempt.

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Judy - Green - Doctor - 1. Quilimane, 2. Brass, 3. Zanzibar

Judy 1: Expedition Logbook, 19 February 1831.  Obtained the permits today at the consulate in Quilimane for my expedition up the Zambezi River.  This appears to be one of the largest rivers in Africa, and is certainly the largest on this side of the continent.  Mr. Manuel Zolo, a sincere and devout man of both Portuguese and native extraction, has been of great help in attracting willing bearers and askaris ready to follow the "Lady Doctor" as they call me, into the interior.  Mr. Zolo himself will be my guide....

Judy 2: [Canoe, normal pace] Expedition Logbook, 18 March 1831. Manuel has guided us along the coast and into the Zambezi River, which is a strong and mighty river.  We have paddled up the river to the furthest point marked on my map.  Our next stage of the journey will be into unexplored wilderness.  Hunting has been decent [die roll = 2 = 14], so the fresh food we obtained was worth 14 rations, costing us only 10 of our rations so far.

Judy 3: [Canoe, normal pace]  Expedition Logbook, 26 March 1831.  How can one get lost going upstream on a large river?  Side channels that dead end, obstructions in the river, fog, and bad luck help explain it.  Poor Manuel Zolo, our guide, was apparently so embarrassed at getting our expedition lost that he has left camp, presumably to go home.  We're on our own now.  But without our guide it will be harder to avoid getting lost.  I'm glad we've had no other disasters, but we're losing time.  Moreover, hunting has produced meager results [die roll = 1 = 7].  Sixteen more units of rations have been used up.  Our expedition is now down to 23 members.

Judy 4: [Canoe, normal pace]  Expedition Logbook, 10 April 1831.  We're back on track again. [Lost roll = 6 = OK]  Paddling up the river through more veldt terrain we found that the Zambezi is veering northwest.  We discovered a small native tribe living along the river. [Native tribe T02 discovered. Size = small (die roll = 2).  Policy = #6.  Natives roll 10 = Neutral.  Negotiation Result with 10 gifts = 3 = Friendly.]  We approached them in an open and friendly manner, but with our muskets clearly visible. With an offer of 10 gifts to the chief we secured their friendship.  The chief invited us to his village and we decided to halt our journey for awhile to get to know them.  We have been well-fed while staying with them.  The tribe calls themselves the Dougou.  I've attended to some of their sick members but there was no serious medical situation here. [Bonus card draw was blank.]  I have managed to trade three more gifts to the chief to obtain a new guide for our journey up the river.  With any luck, we'll be able to avoid getting lost again.

Judy 5: [Canoe, cautious pace]  Expedition Logbook, 25 May 1831.  The veldt has given way to jungle as we progress more deeply into Africa.  The Zambezi River had been flowing from the northwest but now we find our course to be turning northeast.  No natives have been found, but we are moving at a very cautious speed.  Between the slower speed and our more reliable guide, we are staying on course quite well now.  The jungle growth has indeed made the going slower, chiefly when we need to make camp and hunt, although if we were moving on foot it would be even slower.  Yet hunting is very good in the jungle and we only had to use 3 rations, so 96 rations remain.

Judy 6: [Canoe, cautious pace]  Expedition Logbook, 15 June 1831.  We cautiously followed the river upstream in our canoes for three weeks.  We entered mountainous terrain as we paddled along.  This is better for hospitals than the lowlands.  We finally came to a fork in the river, with one branch heading west and the other appearing to curve southeast.  We also encountered the expedition of the journalist Mary Koprivnik.  She interviewed us regarding our journeys so far and we told her about the native Dougou tribe that had befriended us.  Now she knows that she had found a section of the Zambezi River since it connects with the waters we have been following.  Expedition Logbook, 19 June 1831.  We explored this area a bit more.  No natives were encountered but we did find a potential good spot for a hospital [1 point].  Hunting has been very good, so only 3 more rations were used.

Judy 7: [Canoe, normal pace]  Expedition Logbook, 15 July 1831.  We are in competition with the journalist, Mary Koprivnik, for being the first to make significant discoveries in this part of Africa.  Thus, it behooves us to take advantage of the speed our canoes can travel on the river and to try to get ahead of her.  We learned that she had left her camp while we were still exploring the region of the first fork of the Zambezi.  Our guide has been excellent, and we have not become lost.  With our bearers paddling  hard and with minimal time spent in side excursions, we managed to slip past the camp of Mary Koprivnik on July 10th, giving her expedition a friendly nod and wave as we glided by.  The terrain has continued to be mountainous, and the river has turned northwest, deeper into the heart of Africa. No new native tribes have been discovered as of yet. Expedition Logbook, 1 August 1831.  Our northwest passage along this river came to a halt as the river forked again, this time in a northeastern and a westerly direction. We've been exploring up both branches, trying to ascertain which fork we should take.  Both branches of the river here cut through mountain valleys, although the mountains are not particularly high.  We still have not encountered natives, although they could just be hiding from us.  We had some decent hunting on this leg of the journey, but still had to use 10 rations to feed all of our large party of men.  Near where the river forks I found a most excellent location for a hospital, should donations and assistance ever be provided to me for this purpose.  However, we would need some local natives in this vicinity in order for the endeavor to be worthwhile.

Judy 8: [Canoe, cautious pace]  Expedition Logbook, 5 August 1831: Today we lost Muchudi, one of our askaris.  He was fishing from a rocky outcrop overlooking the river and caught a large fish on his line.  However, the struggling fish, apparently catching him unawares, pulled him into the river.  Muchudi wasn't a good swimmer and drowned before we could save him. We lost a good man, and presumably, a good meal.  Expedition Logbook, 27 August 1831:  Having decided to follow the westward fork of the Zambezi River, we have paddled along cautiously, stopping to map the terrain and the course of the river as we go.  However, the mountain terrain has given way to a harsh desert.  The river forked once again some fifty miles into this desert.  We have started down the southwest fork, hoping to leave this desert region for better terrain.  We have had no success with hunting or fishing in these parts, so have used up 23 rations in the past 100 miles.  60 rations remain.  I've considered sending half my bearers back with a few askari while the rest of us go on in one canoe so that we might stretch the food longer, but one never knows what might happen to deplete our numbers and make us wish we still had more men. I suspect that we have penetrated deeper into the heart of sub-Saharan Africa than any European has ever gone before.

Judy 9: [Canoe, cautious pace]  Expedition Logbook, 10 October 1831: I had decided to travel southwest on this arm of the Zambezi, but difficulties soon arose.  The terrain continued to be desert, which is not very good for hunting.  Moreover, we came to severe rapids barring our way up the river.  I contemplated portaging around this cataract but I don't like the idea of going further into a major desert with cataracts keeping us from going more quickly in our travels.  So in the end we returned to the other channel of the Zambezi that heads west.  No natives were encountered but game was very minimal, so I took the major decision to send home the eight bearers that paddled one of our canoes.  We have cached that one canoe along with 8 rations, 1 muskets and two gifts.  For the people whom I did keep, we had to use 15 rations, so we are down to 37 rations in the one remaining canoe.  My plan is to go west from here by canoe.

Judy 10: [Canoe, cautious pace]  Expedition Logbook, 19 October 1831: Our guide and our cautious pace helped us proceed upstream to the west without getting lost.  The desert continued but, alas, the river did not.  It finally petered out into the arid wastelands.  Finding we could go no further in our canoes, our expedition came to a halt and took a rest before heading back.  No natives were found.  Hunting improved, however, and we found fresh food in sufficient quantity that we only used three rations.  Since it is now clear that this stretch of the Zambezi is not the main channel, we have named this tributary, calling it the Sudoku River.

Judy 11: [Canoe, cautious pace]  Expedition Logbook, 10 November 1831:  We paddled back down the Sudoku River to where it joined a main branch of the Zambezi River.  Not wanting to remain in the desert we paddled downstream to the mountains where we figured hunting would be better.  Expedition Logbook, 20 November 1831: We encountered a native tribe and approached them in a friendly manner.  It was a medium-sized tribe.  [Native tribe T09 encountered. Size = medium.  Policy = #5.  Natives roll 7 = Neutral.  Negotiation Result with 10 gifts = 6 = Friendly.]  They turned out to be friendly toward us after we offered their chief ten gifts and they gave us their full hospitality.  They call themselves the Mutangeb.  Expedition Logbook, 30 December 1831:  Soon after we made friends with the Mutangeb, their Chief, Gawanu, showed us his son who had a debilitating illness.  I used my medicines and gradually the boy began to improve.  We have now spent over a month with this tribe and the boy is cured [gains 6 points].  In gratitude the chief gave us 30 gifts, of which we have cached 17 since the canoe won't hold all 30.  I anticipate that we will spend more time here as many natives from the surrounding area are coming here to be treated by me.  The local witch doctor is extremely jealous of me.

Judy 12: [Canoe, cautious pace]  Expedition Logbook, 23 January 1832:  It was hard to get away from our friends of the Mutangeb tribe, but finally I decided we must move on.  Our expedition in its single canoe has now turned back downstream, cautiously retracing our path down the Zambezi. I am clarifying my notes on the terrain, wildlife, and potential hospital locations we discovered.  Expedition Logbook, 27 February 1832: We are now at the first fork of the Zambezi River where last June we encountered the journalist Mary Koprivnik and also found a potential hospital site.  For the moment I am looking over that site a bit more to fully determine whether it is as good as I had thought.  The mountain location is away from the hideous mosquitoes so prevalent in the lowlands.  We may follow this branch of the Zambezi to see where it leads.  Hunting has been most excellent along our journey, so our rations have not had to be used.

Judy 13: [Canoe, cautious pace]  Expedition Logbook, 30 March 1832:  For the last month we have thoroughly explored the first tributary of the Zambezi River to its origins at some springs.  This tributary, which is rather short with a gentle languid flow, we shall name the Zambette River.  No natives were found in this area.  Only 3 rations were needed since hunting was reasonably good.

Judy 14: [Foot, reckless pace]  Expedition Logbook, 2 April 1832:  One of my bearers reported that we had been cheated by our outfitter: 20 ration were bad.  So now we had only 11 rations left.  I decided that it was time to disband the expedition.  Profusely thanking my men, I expressed my hope that we would meet again in the future.  I told them that I planned to head due east with all possible speed into known territory and make for Quilimane from whence I would sail home.  Their last duties would be to cache the canoe, 38 gifts, 10 rations, and 2 muskets for possible use in a future expedition.  Then we could all set off.  Most of the men planned to go to Quilimane also, so with me carrying my musket and one set of rations and they carrying their own sacks of victuals and personal belongings, we all set off together.  Expedition Logbook, 29 April 1832:  I chose to head east across the veldt, then swing north around the coastal jungle/swamp to avoid the unhealthy mosquitoes.  Eventually the veldt gave way to jungle as we neared Quilimane.  The closer we came to that city, the more likely was it that my accompanying men would break off toward their own homes in the region.  Eventually the day came when I walked into Quilimane with only one askari and one bearer accompanying me, but both had gone to their home by the time I reached the main inn in the town walking alone.  Everyone there was surprised to see me, for it has been a year and 69 days since I received the permit for my expedition.  What a journey it has been, but I can now shed some considerable light on the course of the Zambezi, the Zambette and the Sudoku rivers.  Although the source of the Zambezi River itself is not yet known, future expeditions will be much easier thanks to what I can share of my experiences.  

Judy 15: Expedition Logbook, 15 May 1832:  I'm on my way home now on the H.M.S. Phoenix.  After leaving Quilimane we stopped briefly at Laurenco Marques where our fellow member of the Geographical Society of London, the zoologist Steve Stroup, boarded ship.  We have been entertaining each other on our return voyage to England with accounts of our respective adventures.  My, what difficult times were endured by Mr. Stroup and his expedition.  He lost everything and was lucky to come back alive!

Judy 16: Preface to the 1st Edition of Medicine Woman of the Zambezi, by Judy Jerkich, MD, copyright 1832:  Upon our return to England on July 2nd, 1832, my fellow explorer, the renowned zoologist Steve Stroup, and I were both invited to attend a special meeting of the Geographical Society of London to provide an oral summary of our experiences and discoveries in Africa.  Because of his long captivity and narrow escapes from the natives, Steve was more in demand by the journalists than was I, but those in the medical and clerical fields circled around me to learn about potential hospital sites and inquire concerning the natives whom I had befriended on my travels.  Other members of the Society were equally interested in both of our stories, since we had each shed light on formerly unknown regions of the dark continent.  This book I have undertaken to publish will describe my adventures on the the Zambezi River and its tributaries in the years 1831-1832.  I had explored some 800 miles on these waterways in terrain that included veldt, jungle, mountains and deserts.  We made friends with two native tribes, the Dougou and the Mutangeb.  In the latter case I had the privilege of curing the chief's son of a serious illness, thereby earning the tribe's undying gratitude.  Moreover, I found two very good locations for hospitals.  Steve and I met with the members of the Geographical Society on the 10th of July and told our stories.  In the reception that followed, I was offered quite a few donations toward making a second trip to Africa.  Free tickets to Brass, Benguela, and Laurenco Marques  were also placed into my hand.  Each had its merits, but I was eventually to choose Brass.

Judy 17: [On board the Dancing Mermaid, a merchant ship out of London]  Expedition Logbook, 3 August 1832: We're back at sea again, my friend Steve Stroup and I.  The Geographical Society of London has engaged a couple of editors to put the stories of our previous expeditions into print.  Steve and I were interviewed for long hours daily and handed over our log books and journals before we left.  Given the donations that we so rapidly received after our return to England and the reports we made to the Society, the members decided that it was in the best interests of the Society to send us out again quickly while the enthusiasm for new projects was still high.  Steve had been offered a free ticket to Benguela, as had I, but unlike him I had other ticket offers as well.  So the Society decided that Steve would head south to Benguela and head southeast, perhaps to ultimately reach the other side of the lake that he said he had seen on his earlier expedition.   At any rate, southwest Africa above the Orange River is a vast unknown territory.  For myself, I  also had ticket offers to Laurenco Marques and Brass.  The former is where Lisa Stroup went for both of her expeditions and where Steve began his last one.  Thus that part of Africa is receiving considerable attention already, so I have been commissioned by the Society's members and donors to go to Brass.  Brass is located in the delta region of the River Niger.  Until June of last year when Richard Lander reported back in England after successfully traveling with his brother John down that great waterway to the sea, no one had been sure where the mouth of the Niger was.  But now the society has learned that Richard Lander will be heading an expedition formed by Macgregor Laird and commercial interests in Liverpool to return to the region and establish a trading post at the confluence of the Niger and the Benue River, a major tributary of the Niger which Richard had discovered on his last expedition.  They are due to return to the region by October of this year.  My mission is to take a canoe expedition up the Benue ahead of their enterprise to see what we can learn of its course and bring credit to our sponsoring Geographical Society.  I am also authorized to seek out places for hospitals to aid the natives of this region who have been frequent victims of the slave trade.  I have received $1700 in donations to organize my expedition, along with the free ticket to Brass in the Niger delta. [Donations: $500 + $500 + $300 + $300 + $50 + $50 = $1700.  (Also got 2 'No donation' and 3 free tickets, as mentioned.)]

Judy 18: [At Brass, in the Niger River delta] From the book, Africa Explored: Europeans in the Dark Continent, 1769-1889 by Christopher Hibbert, copyright 1982. [Description of the town of Brass as seen by Richard Lander when brought there on November 16, 1831, by King Boy, the son of the local ruler who had ransomed Lander and his brother from another tribe upriver in return for the promise of a hefty payment from the Captain of an off-shore English ship:  "Brass...was a 'wretched filthy place' surrounded by rank, impenetrable vegetation.  Half-starved animals and human beings, looking equally famished and dirty and covered with odious boils, wandered about between the decayed huts, most of which seemed on the point of sinking into the marshy ground. King Boy's father, the ruler of this depressing place, was found sitting half drunk with a number of his wives and dogs in a small and dirty hut.  He demanded money from the white men before granting them permission to leave the town...."]  Expedition Logbook, 21 August 1832: Brass is a terrible place.  Fortunately the captain of the Dancing Mermaid, the brig that brought me here, loaned me a few of his men for several days so that I could be protected from harm while I get my expedition organized.  Since arriving in this town I have been using my stock of medicines and food to do what I can to heal the natives who are the most unhealthy group of natives that I have found in all of my African journeys.  Fortunately I was forewarned of this state of affairs in Brass by the reports Richard Lander had made of his journey over the last year.  He and his brother were fortunate indeed to survive their trip down the lower Niger.  At any rate, I have been winning the good will of many of the local men and women who have taken to calling me the "white healer."  The good will that I am generating has created interest in helping me to pursue my exploration of the Benue River.  Many of the natives are even eager to leave this place, with both men and women offering to be bearers for my expedition.  However, since I will be traveling by canoe, I need the stronger backs of the men to paddle upstream against the strong current of the Niger.  King Boy, the ruler's son, is my problem.  He is making more and more demands for presents from me.  He appears to be something of a bully and a braggart, always keen on making a profit. I have been stalling, but plan to placate him in a few days with some presents I brought just for this purpose.   Expedition Logbook, 25 August 1832:  I've been here a week now.  The people here have become well disposed toward me due to my gifts of food and medicine, so I have been able to obtain many eager recruits for my expedition.  King Boy, I'm sure, isn't happy with my popularity, and I think he is now eager for me to go.  I  gave him a number of nice presents, including a Highland officer's uniform, my trump card.  it worked.  That uniform has pleased him so much that he has turned over to me three canoes for my expedition.  In fact, he has even offered to escort our party upstream for a few days. Expedition Logbook, 29 August 1832:   [Canoe, cautious pace, north]  My expedition is on its way.  Three canoes, with 8 bearers paddling each one, and a total compliment of 41 persons, including myself, make this a larger expedition than my Zambezi one.  King Boy was our escort until parting ways with us this morning.  His canoe was huge, with forty men rowing it.  We've had to paddle in the midst of the river to avoid mangroves and brambles tangling the banks.   For fresh food we departed with some yams, bananas, and coconuts, but king Boy insisted on stopping now and then to propitiate the 'spirits of the water' by offering some of these foods to them.  After breakfast yesterday, he further propitiated them by having his naked body marked by his native priests with chalk circles, lines and other symbols.  King Boy even wore a grass cap on his head containing some buzzard feathers. All his boatmen were decorated likewise.  He insisted that everyone in my party have chalk marks on our forehead.  That was strange and weird, but we obliged.  But I definitely wasn't about to get naked and have his priests mark me up with chalk!  Expedition Logbook, 13 September 1832:  [Canoe, normal pace, east] We have at last reached the Benue River after fighting the Niger's current all the way from Brass.  A couple of days ago several canoes full of robbers attacked us as we were paddling along.  Our askaris fired warning shots and it did the trick and kept the robbers at a distance.  Expedition Logbook, 28 September 1832: The Benue is running its course some 30 feet below the adjacent banks.  Thick jungle surrounds us on both sides of the river.  After traveling east for several days the Benue has turned northwest now.  No natives are plaguing us here as was the situation on the Niger.  As I look about me with my medical perspective, I see that there is no good place for a hospital along this stretch of the river.  So far, fishing has been good on this river and this has kept the use of our rations down to 17 units.

Judy 19:  [Canoe, cautious pace, northwest]  Expedition Logbook, 25 October 1832:   We continue to travel up the Benue, exploring the jungle that surrounds us from time to time.  No native tribes have been found living in this dense undergrowth.  With only 12 of us armed for hunting meat, our large party inevitably must use some rations to keep us all fed adequately.  We have used 5 rations in the past month.

Judy 20:  [Canoe, cautious pace, northeast]  Expedition Logbook, 2 November 1832:   At last we have come out from under the jungle canopy to a clear sky over veldt terrain.  It is refreshing and all the men are glad. I wonder whether Richard Lander's new expedition has arrived at Brass yet as planned.  Expedition Logbook, 23 November 1832:   I am pleased today to be able to write of our new friendship with a medium-sized tribe of natives.  [Native tribe T23 encountered. Size = medium.  Policy = 6.  Natives roll 2 = negotiate.  Offer 10 gifts.  Roll 4 = friendly.We showed our strength even as we held out our hands in friendship.  They accepted 10 gifts from me and told us their tribe's name, which is the Kadobo.  They have welcomed us to their village and set out a welcome feast before us.  I plan to stay here a few days to treat their sick before we move on.  The river is angling northeast.  As long as it continues I will be glad to keep following it, although I hope it bends south again away from the Sahel region's desert climate.

Judy 21:  [Canoe, cautious pace, northwest]  Expedition Logbook, 1 December 1832:   We aren't going anywhere soon.  A plague of tsetse flies has struck the area and every single one of my men have the sleeping sickness.  Sleeping sickness causes inflammation of he lymph glands.  It appears to affect the central nervous system, causing first extreme lethargy and then it often leads to death, unless treated.  I seem to be the only one among us who is not ill.  So we will be staying with the Kadobo people while my men recover.  At least these generous natives are now trying to help us out with food, water and comfort.  They feel gratitude for my own ministrations among their sick members over the last week.  Expedition Logbook, 20 December 1832:   After carefully attending to my expedition members, the men are beginning to recover from the sleeping sickness disease.  Seven askari, one guide, and 13 bearers are healed.  Two askaris, one guide, and 6 bearers are still seriously ill.  Two askaris and  3 bearers are improving.  However, despite my best efforts, one guide and four bearers have succumbed and died.

Judy 22:  [Canoe, camped] Expedition Logbook, 2 January 1832:  One of my guides, the one who is well, has become quite concerned about the area east of us.  He says a large and fierce tribe of natives live there and he will desert our expedition if we ever go to that region. Since I plan to follow the river northwest when we next move on, the issue is moot for now.   Expedition Logbook, 17 January 1833:   We continue to stay with our friends the Kadobo.  Our men are slowly recovering, for the most part.  Three more askaris, a guide and 6 bearers have now recovered.  I still have one askari and one bearer improving, and two bearers still seriously sick.  It's a good thing I have medical skills or there would be more deaths to record. 

Judy 23:  [Canoe, camped] Expedition Logbook, 12 February 1833:  Our three sick bearers have all recovered.  The only member of our expedition who is still sick from sleeping sickness is one askari.  For over two months it has seemed to me that the sick askari would soon get better but it just hasn't happened.  I shall have to weigh carefully whether we leave him in the care of the Kadobo people or wait longer trying to get him healed.  We have been stalled in this one location with the Kadobo for over 10 weeks now, and we are wearing out our welcome.  Now that the bearers have been healed, it's probably time to continue our journey.  I need to think about this and make a final decision.

Judy 24:  [Canoe, cautious, northwest] Expedition Logbook, 14 February 1833:  We have finally left the Kadobo tribe.  I have reluctantly left our sick askari behind with them since there was no telling how long he would take to heal.  We simply cannot wait forever.  Today as we made camp for the night we found a canoe hidden by the shore with ten gifts and a musket in it.  It appears to have been abandoned awhile, but everything is in good condition.  So we are appropriating the canoe and now have an expedition with four canoes and 22 bearers to paddle them.  Each canoe is averaging 9 men now, five or six of which are bearers.  Expedition Logbook, 18 March 1833:  The Benue river continues flowing lazy downstream as we paddle upstream against it.  No cataracts have been found, nor any new natives.  The terrain is still veldt.  Occasionally we stop to explore the surrounding land, but aside from the usual African fauna and flora, nothing spectacular has appeared.  The river has now turned northeast, so we are nearing the desert Sahel region that is known to exist at this latitude or a bit further north.

Judy 25:  [Canoe, cautious, northeast] Expedition Logbook, 11 April 1833:  The terrain has become increasingly arid as we enter the Sahel region that borders the Sahara desert.  We are now paddling east, continuing to follow the placid waters of the Benue.  There have been no tribes of natives seen in this region, but occasionally a solitary person on the bank hides out from us when we see him.  Hunting has been much better than expected in these arid wastes, but still we have had to use another 13 rations.  But we still have 195 rations left.  I hope the river soon turns southward again, so we can get out of these arid regions.

Judy 26:  [Canoe, cautious, east]  Expedition Logbook, 25 April 1833:  Our journey upstream along the placid waters of the lazy Benue River continues to be through desert terrain.  Today we encountered a large native tribe and tried to approach peacefully.  But they scattered and hid among the scrub away from the river, so we went on our way.  Expedition Logbook, 13 May 1833:  Still flowing east, the Benue has now branched so that we could go either east or southeast.  We will go southeast in the hope of getting away from the desert since the lack of any good game in these parts has caused us to use up 35 rations.  We have 160 rations left.

Judy 27:  [Canoe, cautious, southeast]  Expedition Logbook, 27 May 1833:  Hoping to escape the desert by heading in a more southerly direction, we've taken the southeast fork of the Benue.  However, the desert still continues.  Expedition Logbook, 15 June 1833:  Our river has turned east again, but an arid wasteland surrounds us still.  There are no natives here and no game.  Without fresh rations of any sort, we have been compelled to use up another 35 from what we carry with us.  I only have 125 rations left.  It's time to consider decreasing the size of this expedition.

Judy 28:  [Canoe, cautious, east]  Expedition Logbook, 22 July 1833:  What a waste!  Although I intended to travel east up the river, my expedition lost itself in chasing mirages.  With one of my guides encouraging us to check out signs of water and cities in the distance, we made some short forays into the desert around us only to find we were seeing mirages.  That guide has now deserted us, and with resources getting low I have dismissed 6 bearers as well and cached two canoes.  The remaining two canoes can carry myself plus 10 askaris, 16 bearers, 108 rations, 4 muskets and 50 gifts.  We had to use 17 rations this past month due to poor hunting.  I hope we will have better terrain up ahead.

Judy 29:  [Canoe, cautious, east]  Expedition Logbook, 22 August 1833:  Swamps are not much better than deserts!   The Benue channel we followed east from the desert has led us to the swamp from which the waters originate.  Whether the river continues beyond this wearisome swamp is unknown and won't be discovered for now by us.  It's too hard to continue on from such a tangled place.  We will have to turn back.  In the meantime, we used another 17 rations since hunting was somewhat meager here.  I haven't found any good places for hospitals in this region, nor people that need one.

Judy 30:  [Canoe, cautious, west]  Expedition Logbook, 26 August 1833:  It appears that some disease carried by insects such as mosquitos has struck my men in the swamp.  Quite possibly it is malaria.  Half of my men are sick.  I've begun to treat them.  I'm thinking that going back to the desert will at least get us out of this unhealthy area but I don't want to risk having a battle with the large tribe back at the fork in the Benue River since I have half of my askaris sick.  Expedition Logbook, 8 September 1833:  We're traveling downstream on this southern branch of the Benue.  Three bearers and one askari have recovered.  However, our canoes are carrying 4 sick askaris, one sick guide, and 5 sick bearers.  Expedition Logbook, 30 September 1833:  Hunting in the desert is abysmal as usual.  We're down to 63 rations now after using up 28 this past month.  However, two more askari and one bearer are fully healed.  Unfortunately, despite my best efforts, one askari and two bearers have died. One askari and one bearer are recovering, and one bearer and our last guide are still seriously ill.

Judy 31:  [Canoe, normal, northwest and east]  Expedition Logbook, 10 October 1833:  We continued down this southern branch of the Benue and came back to the fork in the river.  Again we saw members of that large native tribe we had previously seen in this vicinity when we were last here in April, but once again they scattered and hid from us.  So we are turning east along the northern branch of the Benue River.  Expedition Logbook, 28 October 1833:  Our entire expedition is happy and rejoicing.  The desert terrain we've been enduring now for months has given way to veldt.  The river continues to flow east.  There is much game here, naturally, but surprisingly no natives have been seen.  At least we have had excellent hunting.  The best news is that our guide and one of our bearers have fully recovered from their malaria bouts.  Unfortunately, the other bearer died.  Only one person is still sick.  He is an askari, but he appears to be recovering.

Judy 32:  [Canoe, normal, east]  Expedition Logbook, 31 October 1833:  This is Halloween and it has been very scary.  A rhino charged into our camp in the morning and immediately stomped out our fire.  Then it started attacking the men.  The bearers and guides ran screaming in every direction.  But all of my askaris (except the sick one) and I grabbed our muskets and started shooting at it.  In our first volley we wounded the rhino with three hits but that just infuriated it even  more.  Picking a target, the rhino ran down one of the bearers and killed him.  Our shots all went wild in our second volley and another poor bearer was mortally gored by the rhino.  Finally, our third volley got four hits and finally killed the beast.  We spent the day burying our two bearers and mourning them.  However, our guide and many of the bearers had run far off into the veldt and we haven't seen them  We'll have to try to round them up again.  Expedition Logbook, 17 November 1833:  We've spent a couple of weeks tracking down the fleeing guide [Lost roll = 1] and bearers and getting them back to our base camp.  We managed to round up everyone except the guide who appears to be lost for good.  So we've made no further progress up the river and we no longer have a guide.  Hunting has been good enough to meet our needs.  Even the rhino carcass gave us some meat for awhile, although it's not the best.  My sick askari, however, has taken a turn for the worse.  He simply cannot shake his malaria and is now in serious condition.  I'm wondering whether we'll lose him.

Judy 33:  [Canoe, normal, east]  Expedition Logbook, 12 December 1833:  Without a guide I've managed to get my expedition lost.  We went too far out on the veldt and should have stayed closer to the river.  But we needed to find game to eat so we strayed too far.  The one bit of good news is that the sick askari is now fully recovered.  He managed to pull through although it was touch and go with him for awhile.

Judy 34:  [Canoe, normal, east]  Expedition Logbook, 17 January 1834:  We have managed to continue east on the north branch of the Benue River.  The river re-entered desert territory and we find that it continues on a very easterly course.  We were delayed awhile portaging around our first cataract, a 73 ft. high waterfall.  I'm callin it the Benue Falls, since it is our first waterfall on this river. We found no natives in the area and hunting in the desert has been only sporadically good.  We had to use another 11 rations.

Judy 35:  [Canoe, normal, east]  Expedition Logbook, 19 February 1834:  Once again I managed to get my expedition lost by following the wrong channels in the desert.  So we've made no real progress.  Hunting has been poor so we've used up another 11 rations.

Judy 36:  [Canoe, normal, east]  Expedition Logbook, 29 March 1834:  We have continued to paddle pretty much due east on the Benue River.  The terrain continues to be desert, but we did find a new medium-sized tribe, the Tubodu, who accepted our offer of 10 gifts and became our friends.   But they had malaria raging among them, so I treated them for it.  The chief was so happy with the results that he told me to ask for as many bearers as I needed and they would accompany me wherever I chose to go. [3 bonus points; total now is 78] So I've asked for 7 bearers to bring my total up to 18 bearers--a little more than the full complement needed for maximum speed with our types of canoes.  The Tubodu have fed us well while I worked my medicine on them.

Judy 37:  [Canoe, normal, west]  Expedition Logbook, 2 April 1834:  I have been gone from home long enough and my supplies are beginning to diminish, so I have decided to retrace my route down the Benue River to report my findings to the world.  There is no telling how long this river is, but we have contributed significantly to understanding its course.  Expedition Logbook, 29 April 1834:  Without incident we have reached the rare stretch of veldt that we had found on the upper reaches of the Benue.  Eight more rations have been used and we are now down to 33.  Up ahead lies the tribe that has kept hiding from us.  I hope they will pose no trouble for us now.

Judy 38:  [Canoe, normal, west]  Expedition Logbook, 7 May 1834:  I had hoped our expedition could just paddle past the natives [Tribe #29] we had twice before encountered near the junction of the two branches of the Benue River.  However, we had no such luck.  This time, instead of hiding from us, they ambushed us at a curve in the river.  Coming at us in war canoes, they rained arrows down on us as we attempted to paddle by with all possible speed.  They managed to catch our second canoe and attack all the natives in it.  My own canoe, however, managed to race by them and continue on downstream.  Once safely downstream from the tribe, we waited in case some members of our expedition might still rejoin us, but no one showed up.  Presumably they were all killed or perhaps some were taken prisoner.  Those poor fellows!  We have one canoe remaining carrying 9 bearers, 4 askaris and myself.  It also has 25 gifts, 2 muskets, and 17 rations.  Expedition Logbook, 13 May 1834:  Desert hunting is pitifully poor, so we have had to use 9 of the remaining rations.  We are now some 100 miles beyond the veldt from whence we started this leg of the expedition in late April.

Judy 39:  [Canoe, normal, downstream]  Expedition Logbook, 4 June 1834:  We've had an uneventful trip downstream the last three weeks.  We're now resting at the Kadobo village where we had spent so much time recovering from the sleeping sickness on our village upstream.  The good news is that our man Jo-Jo, the askari whom we had left behind who wasn't getting over his sleeping sickness, has now fully recovered and will be joining us for the return trip to Brass.  He is a talented dancer and once he recovered he seems to have endeared himself to our friends the Kadobo by teaching them new dances.  [Judy gain 1 pt. for recovery of her sick askari.]  The Kadobo people have been feeding us while we rest up for our final journey back to Brass.

Judy 40:  [Canoe, reckless, downstream]  Expedition Logbook, 16 July 1834:  We've done it!  We're back at Brass after one of the greatest river expeditions into Africa.  We had only 5 rations to spare upon arrival here.  However, the knowledge we have gained can now be published and shared with the world.  The Benue River can be opened up for trade with the Kadobo tribe, and it will provide an avenue for explorers wanting to head north into the Sahara via the Sahel region.  Who knows how much further east the Benue may go, but now people will at least have some idea of what lies ahead for hundreds of miles before they venture further east.  Of course, now that we are in Brass we get to deal with the bizarre King Boy again.  Oh what fun.  He has been pestering us no end since we arrived here, looking for treasures and what-not that we don't have.  I have to be nice, but firm. Fortunately, there is an English ship off shore that I can take back to England in a couple of days.

The one bit of bad news we've heard is that Richard Lander, the explorer who was following behind us, has perished.  His plans to start up a large-scale ivory trade on the Niger and Benue Rivers did not go well.  The natives would not trade very much ivory.  The ship captains of his two craft quarreled.  Fever ravaged and killed many of the men.  One of his two ships was sent back to England after grounding for awhile.  The other ship, "the Alburkah, the first sea-going ship ever constructed of iron," tried going up the Benue River but turned back after going only about 100 miles since his provisions were diminishing and opportunities for trade had not been found.  (Lander didn't know that the Kadobo people were another 200 miles upstream.)  Later, Lander went off to the coast to get some cowries for trade.  On his way up the Niger to get back to the Alburkah, his canoe was attacked in a narrow part of the river by a large formidable force of natives armed with muskets and swords.  Three of his men were killed and Lander himself was wounded.  They fled back down the river pursued by a large number of war canoes.  This running battle on the river went on for some five hours.  Lander lost all his papers during this fight.  He managed to reach the coast and make his way to the island of Fernando Po [located in the ocean just southwest of Calabar].  He told his story to the Portuguese Superintendent of the island but in a few days, on 2 February 1834, he died from his wounds in the Superintendent's house and was buried on the island  So, my expedition was fortunate in not having met this formidable and hostile opposition as we paddled back down the Niger from the Benue.  Poor Lander.  His fate could have been mine.

Judy 41:  [On board ship returning to England]  Expedition Logbook, 19 August 1834:  I'm headed home.  It's nice to be out of the wilds again and writing up my notes and preparing my maps for publication.  I spend long hours at it so the job when I get back won't be so laborious when I'll have many other things I'd rather do.

Judy 42:  [In London]  Preface to the 1st Edition of Treating Sleeping Sickness and Malaria on the Benue River, by Judy Jerkich, MD, copyright 1834:  This book tell the tale of my canoe expedition along the course of the Niger and Benue Rivers from 27 August 1832 to 16 July 1834.  From the Port of Brass we had paddled up the Niger River until we reached the Benue River, a very large tributary of the Niger.  For some 250 miles we made our way up the river surrounded by jungle on both sides.  Then we broke out into veldt terrain for the next 200 miles.  However, near the jungle's edge we first found the Kadobo Tribe, with whom we stayed a long time while my expedition recovered from sleeping sickness. Some 175 miles after the veldt had given way to the Sahel Desert regions, we found a major fork in the Benue.  There was a native tribe encountered in that vicinity that hid from us.  We took the south fork of the Benue, traveled through desert for 150 miles, and then found ourselves in a swamp.  So we turned back and once again the natives near the fork hid from us.  Then we made our way east through desert, veldt and more desert, for a total of 325 miles on the north fork from the point where it branches from the southern fork.  We were able to make friends with another tribe, the Tubodu, whom I successfully treated for malaria.  After that we turned back downstream.  There's no telling how far the Benue River continues beyond the Tubodu tribe.  On our return trip the tribe at the fork of the Benue that had previously hidden twice from us now attacked us.  In that attack I lost one large canoe with all its men and goods.  The rest of us escaped and safely made it back in the remaining canoe to the Kadobo Tribe.  From there we paddled back down the Benue and the Niger to the Port of Brass.  So we traveled some 2800 miles in a round trip up and down these rivers that lasted almost two full years.  During that time we endured sleeping sickness and malaria, plus an attack by a mad rhinoceros.  We have learned much about the Benue River system from which future explorers will benefit.  My findings were first reported to the Geographical Society of London.  The members were so impressed that they favored me with their confidence in my abilities by showering me with $1350 in donations and 2 free tickets (to Kilwa and to Zanzibar) for another expedition.  [Donations received: $300, 4 x $200, 2 x $100, $50 = $1350, plus free tickets to Kilwa and Zanzibar.]

Judy publishes 37 new points to reach a total of 79 points and win the first victory of the game!

Judy 43:  [In Zanzibar Port] 30 October 1834:  Formed a Foot expedition with $1350: 10 askari, 23 bearers, 3 guides, 175 rations, 50 gifts, 2 muskets.

Judy 44:  [Foot, normal pace, north] 30 October 1834:  Crossing from Zanzibar to the mainland coast on the local ferries, we proceeded north at a brisk pace until we were some 100 miles south of Mombasa.  We had decent hunting, but with such a large expedition we still needed to use 15 rations.

Judy 45:  [Foot, normal pace, northwest] 25 November 1834:  Having more bearers than I needed, I discharged one who was happy to head up to Mombasa.  I decided to try heading northwest.  Our guide got us lost, so we ended up going in circles.  The embarrassed guide did the usual thing they do; he deserted us.  Hunting was decent but we still had to use 13 rations.  But we have 199 left.

Judy 46:  [Foot, in camp]  25 December 1834: Tse-tse flies ravage expedition: Dead: 1 guide, 2 askaris, 9 bearers; Recovered: 1 guide, 2 askaris, 6 bearers; Improving: Judy, 5 askaris, 1 bearer; Seriously sick: 1 askari, 6 bearers.  35 rations used; 112 left.  No movement.  It's a lousy Christmas for all of us, but especially me.

Judy 47:  [Foot, in camp]  31 January 1835: Recovery from sleeping sickness induced by tse-tse flies: Dead: 1 bearer; Recovered: Judy, 4 askaris, 5 bearers;  Improving: 2 askaris; Seriously sick: 1 bearer.  35 rations used; 112 left.  No movement.  Hunting excellent.  One ration used.  Before the tse-tse flies hit us we had 35 of us in the expedition.  Now we have 22 left, but a lot of the dead were bearers.  We will have to cache some supplies before moving on.

Judy 48:  [Foot, northwest]  28 February 1835: We cached 67 rations, 30 gifts, and 1 musket.  Then with the three sick members of the group being carried by bearers, we headed northwest into the unknown.  We found a river flowing from southwest to west in veldt terrain, with a 75 ft. waterfall downstream to the west.  There was a carved wooden sign by the falls naming it Mombasa Falls, signed and dated by Professor Carrie Ankenman.  So now we know she was recently alive and had survived some four years in the wild.  Hunting has been excellent; only one ration was used.  Now we have 43 rations left.  Recovery from sleeping sickness induced by tse-tse flies: Dead: none this time; Recovered: 1 askari;  Improving: 1 askari, 1 bearer; Seriously sick: none this time. 

Judy 49:  [Foot, normal pace, northeast]  3 April 1835: One careless askari managed to fall into the Mombasa River and drown.  We picked up our two sick members and proceeded northeast into veldt.  We found natives (T46)--a small tribe.   They accepted 10 gifts to become friendly to us.  They are called Godinga.  Both the askari and the bearer who had been improving took turns for the worse and died of their sleeping sickness.

Judy 50:  [Foot, normal pace, west]  8 May 1835: Heading west through more of the extensive East african veldt terrain, the expedition came upon a river source and followed it northwest.  No natives were found and hunting was excellent so no rations were used.  Along the way Doctor Judy learned that one of the tribal remedies of the Godinga tribe was a miracle cure (2 bonus pts.), so she named the new river after them and called it the Godinga River.  She wondered whether it could be one of the sources of the Nile?

Judy 51:  [Foot, normal pace, northwest]  13 May 1835: An askari was saved from being trampled to death by a charging cape buffalo when another askari got a clean shot inot the charging beast and dropped it dead.  15 June 1835: Following the Godinga River northwest, Doctor Judy learned that the river turned back to the southwest as ti came to the base of a lofty mountain.  The river had a waterfall that was measured to be 78 ft. high.  They called it Dale Falls and the mountain itself was named Mount Dale.  It was thoroughly explored so that it's height of 17,500 ft. could be properly determined.  A medium-sized tribe of natives tried to ambush them but one shot from the musket scared them all off into hiding.  No rations had to be used during this period.

Judy 52:  [Foot, normal pace, southwest]  11 July 1835Continuing downstream to the southwest, the Godinga River returned to wandering through veldt terrain, but then turned northwest again.  Judy's expedition followed it and along the way she found a good spot for a hospital to be established  (3 points).  Hunting was decent, so only 5 rations had to be used.  Judy is giving consideration to retrieving her cached supplies back south of Mombasa before going forward.
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Judy 53:  [Foot, normal pace, west]  14 August 1835Mistakenly following an animal trail, Judy's expedition veered away from the Godinga River and went west, discovering a mountain, although not a spectacular one.  Hunting was so-so.  Thus the expedition consumed 12 rations, leaving 26 remaining.

Judy 54:  [Foot, normal pace, east and south]  24 September 1835Having decided to head back to her cache near Mombasa, Judy left 14 rations, 10 gifts and 1 musket cached along the river after she came down from the mountain. Her expedition moved at reckless speed to reach the cache on the veldt, carrying 12 rations with her.  The cache was retrieved intact so she then had 1 musket, 79 rations, and 30 gifts in her expedition.  However, 12 of these rations were used up on the veldt due to poor hunting.

Judy 55:  [Foot, normal pace, north and west]  29 October 1835Judy's expedition set out to return to the last place they had explored along the Godinga River.  They returned to their most recent cache while on the way and retrieved 10 gifts and 2 rations.  Hunting was excellent but 3 rations were still needed rations were needed.

Judy 56:  [Foot, normal pace, northwest]  28 November 1835Following the Godinga River, Judy pressed on the the northwest.  Hunting was decent, but she still used up 5 rations.  The river remained on a northwesterly course.

Judy 57:  [Foot, normal pace, northwest]  27 December 1835Although the veldt terrain continued as Doctor Judy continued following the river to the northeast, the river itself curved around to head southwest.  Her expedition, however, encountered a large tribe (tribe #57) which attacked them.  When the gunshots ended, Doctor Judy's expedition was victorious and had sent the unfriendly tribe running off.  But she had lost 5 askaris killed and now had only 1 askari left, despite losing no others from her expedition.  She captured one member of the defeated tribe but out of kindness let that native go.  [Mary will get a point for Judy's victory when it is reported.]  With only herself and one surviving askari hunting, the expedition had to use up 10 rations to feed the bearers.

Lisa - Orange - Botanist - 1. and 2. Laurenco Marques

Lisa 1: Letter, February 16, 1831.  Dear Mother, We at last have arrived in Africa at the port of Laurenco Marques in southern Mozambique.  While I booked a room in the hotel, Steve went off immediately to get our expedition permits from the Portuguese officials and to track down the outfitters who would help us find natives for our expeditions.  In a few days I will hire men and canoes for my own expedition.  I hope to find truly wonderful botanical specimens on my journey up the Limpopo River.  Steve, of course, will be looking for zoological specimens, but he plans to travel by foot.  Between us, we should shed much light on the fauna of this part of Africa....

Lisa 2:  [Canoe, normal pace]  Expedition Logbook, 13 March 1831.  We reached the Limpopo River quickly and proceeded to paddle up the river in our 2 canoes.  The bearers are strong and experienced, so we made good time.  When we reached the place on the map marked "Unknown" we continued on. [Lost die = 5 = OK]  The veldt terrain continued but we soon encountered a cataract and had to turn back until we can find a good portage route around it.  Hunting along the Zambezi has been excellent [die roll = 5 = 21].  So far we've used only 3 rations.

Lisa 3:  [Canoe, normal pace]  Expedition Logbook, 28 March 1831.   We worked out the details of portaging around the Limpopo's first cataract.  It took two trips for our bearers to make the trip along the rough and slippery path alongside the river so that we could continue our journey by canoe.  In the process we passed a large island dividing the flow of the Zambezi just above the cataract, which is a waterfall measuring 55 ft. in height. The river united into one channel on the other side of the island, and we have paddled on down it without incident.  Hunting has continued to be most excellent, so we've only had to use another 3 rations, leaving us with 119 remaining. So far, I've made no major botanical discoveries, which is disappointing.

Lisa 4:  [Canoe, normal pace]  Expedition Logbook, 4 April 1831.  Once again we encountered a cataract on the Limpopo.  This one was much higher than the first one, being a waterfall 120 feet in height.  It took several days of searching before we found a suitable route and then another couple of days to portage all of our supplies and gear and our two canoes along this winding and steep route to get above the falls.  Moreover, the land overall rose in height as we found ourselves entering mountainous terrain with a jungle vegetation.  Expedition Logbook, 19 April 1831.  We've been paddling through a mountain valley and the course of the Limpopo River has now turned west.  Near a large island in the river we have found what appears to be a medium-sized native tribe.  [Native tribe T03 discovered.  Size = Medium (die roll = 6). Policy = #6.  Natives roll 8 = Charge.  Result = 6 = Expedition wins battle.  Askari losses = roll of 6 = no losses;  roll 8 = 2 natives captured.] Expedition Logbook, 20 April 1831.  Although we approached the natives we found yesterday in an open and friendly manner, with muskets obviously ready just in case they chose to be unfriendly, these natives after much gesturing at us and argument among themselves suddenly attacked us.  We fought them off easily with no losses to ourselves.  Two natives were captured and we have compelled them to be bearers for us.  They will help paddle the canoes and give us a some spare men  should we lose any bearers along the way.  Expedition Logbook, 25 April 1831.   All along our recent journey over the last three weeks we have had excellent hunting (die roll = 4 = 21 units of fresh food), so we have not had to dip deeply into our rations.  Most wonderful of all, however, I have made a sensational botanical discovery:  I am calling it the African Violet (Saintpaulia ionantha).  This plant is found growing on the jungle floor in conditions of constant heat, deep shade, and continuously moist atmosphere.  It has sprays of deep violet blue flowers. I collected specimens and seeds to take back to Europe.  [5 victory points]

Lisa 5:  [Canoe, normal pace]  Expedition Logbook, 4 May 1831.  Disaster! We have had very heavy rains for several days.  Unfortunately, this created a horrendous tragedy for us.  This morning before dawn, a mudslide started on the mountain slope above where our camp was located.  Coming down almost to the bank of the river, it struck our camp in the dark by surprise.  We are still shaken by this.  Half of our men, supplies and equipment have been lost!  One canoe was crushed and buried by the mud.  The other miraculously escaped damage.  I took a tally and found that we have lost 9 bearers, 3 askaris, and our guide.  I have 3 askaris and 9 bearers surviving.  We have 59 rations left, 25 gifts, 2 spare muskets and, fortunately, my precious African Violet specimens and seeds.  We have a few bodies to bury today, but the rest have already been buried under the avalanche of mud that swept through our camp. All of us who survived are badly shaken by this. later today we will move our camp to a safer location and consider what course of action to take.  What an unbelievable tragedy!  Expedition Logbook, 15 May 1831.  The jungle mountain has leveled off into a highland veldt terrain, but once again we are slowed down by this capricious river.  It's third cataract blocked our way, but this one is the highest one yet found on our journey.  We had to back-track considerably to find a path that went far enough around this 600 foot waterfall that we could portage without making a near vertical climb.  It took two long and difficult trips on steep terrain to carry all our supplies and the one canoe 600 ft. higher to rejoin the river and continue our journey.  So far, the Limpopo has had a major cataract every 100 miles or so. My men have encouraged me to name this high waterfall the Stroup Falls.  Expedition Logbook, 1 June 1831.  We've come some 90 miles since the Stroup Falls and by now the river has definitely veered toward the southwest.  Hunting has remained excellent and only 1 additional ration has been used.  No new interesting botanical specimens have been found.

Lisa 6:  [Canoe, normal pace]  Expedition Logbook, 5 June 1831: Oh no!  We are plagued with misfortune!  As we paddled downstream today one of our bearers got excited at something he saw in the river and stood up, unbalancing the canoe.  The canoe overturned and all of our supplies of food, plus our gifts and spare muskets went floating rapidly downstream or fell to the bottom.  All of our men managed to get to shore and we saved the canoe, thank heaven!  But everything is gone except my African Violet specimens which were well protected and I was able to float back to the bank.  Now I wonder, what course of action we should take.  We could head back downstream to Laurenco Marques but we may encounter natives that could be difficult to deal with.  On the other hand, we might make out okay.  The river does offer us the best hunting and the only food we'll have from now on are fresh rations achieved by hunting unless we make friends with a native tribe.  Our other option is to forge ahead, trying to live off the land, and hope we get close to the cape Colony where food is plentiful and we'd be safe.  The big risk is running into natives that prove unfriendly and attack us.  But we have that risk either way we go.  Ay yi yi!  Expedition Logbook, 7 June 1831:   Today we cached our canoe beside the river near but above the third cataract of the Limpopo River.  I dismissed 8 bearers, retaining only one plus the three askaris.  From now on, we will be traveling by foot.  We are planning to head downstream toward Laurenco Marques.  It will be a challenge to reach there without food rations to back up our hunting.  [Native tribe T03 encountered again. Size = medium. Policy = 6. Natives roll 8 = Charge.  Roll 10 = defeat.]   Expedition Logbook, 17 June 1831:  Yesterday was another terrible day for this ill-fated expedition.  We were back in mountainous country and once again encountered natives from the same tribe that we had defeated in battle on the 20th of April.  We tried once more to seek a friendly relationship with them but, perhaps angrily remembering the previous defeat we had inflicted on them, they charged at our obviously much smaller party.  The bearer ran as fast as possible downstream, still carrying my African Violet specimens, with myself and the three askaris following.  Since I had no musket I could not help defend our group, but the askaris kept firing back at the tribesmen as we ran.  Nevertheless, the natives killed first one and then another of my askaris.  I picked up the musket from the second of my fallen comrades and helped my sole remaining askari fend off the attackers.  We apparently killed or wounded enough attackers that they gave up the chase and the three of us escaped: myself (now with a musket), one askari, and one bearer.  How few remain from our once proud expedition!  Expedition Logbook, 29 June 1831: The mountains have given way to the veldt of the lower Limpopo River basin.  To our great relief we have encountered no new natives to interfere with our progress back to port.  The hunting has provided more than enough fresh food for the three of us to eat.

Lisa 7: Letter, July 18, 1831:  Dear Steve, My expedition, what's left of it, has arrived back in Laurenco Marques.  I cannot say that we arrived back safely, since all that remains of my fine canoe expedition up the Limpopo River is one askari, one bearer carrying my precious African Violet specimens, and yours truly.  An avalanche of mud destroyed fully half of my expedition.  When the remaining canoe overturned and we lost all our supplies, I let most of the bearers go, then headed back for port.  We almost were captured by a native tribe, but the three of us managed to escape after losing two askaris to native spears.  It's been a horrendously bad outcome, all in all, but at least I survived.  Here in port, I find no word of your whereabouts.  I can only hope that you are well and that your expedition is proving to be a much better success than mine.  There is a ship in port headed back to England.  Within a few days it is scheduled to depart.  I plan to be on it.  The ship is H.M.S. Bounteous.   My intent is to return to England, publish my discoveries of our nearly 400 mile trip up the Zambezi, and return to Africa again as soon as I can raise the necessary funds.  Should you return to port, please get word to me quickly of your situation.  If I have not heard from you by the time I am ready to sail back to Africa, I will come looking for you.  In the meantime, by safe and be well.  Love always, Lisa.

Lisa 8: Letter, September 1, 1831:  Dear Husband,  I'm nearing home on the good ship H.M.S. Bounteous.  Once ashore I'll send this letter off to Africa, hoping that it will find you returned safely to Laurenco Marques.  The sea voyage has proven uneventful, so I having been spending long hours writing up the report of my expedition.  I'm not sure what to call it.  The Perils of the Limpopo is one idea I have.  But perhaps it should be more scholarly: The First Botanical Exploration along the Limpopo River.  Or perhaps, The Quest for the African Violet.  I don't know.  I'm still thinking about it.  But I want to get it published immediately so I can quickly raise funds for a new expedition.  I wonder what you would advise?  I hope to hear from you soon. Love, Lisa.

Lisa 9: Letter, 15 October, 1831:  Dear Steve (wherever you may be), Our Geographical Society of London was excited at my return and has quickly undertaken to publish a large pamphlet on my discoveries along the course of the Limpopo River.  It is titled The First Botanical Exploration along the Limpopo River.   In it I describe the terrain in the Limpopo River valley and the botanical discoveries I made, foremost of which is my African Violet discovery.  There is also a section outlining the hardships I went through, especially on the return trip to Laurenco Marques.  For the moment, I am claiming to have found the three highest waterfalls in sub-Saharan Africa.  [Points: 2 veldt (2) + 1 jungle (2) + 1 mountain (2) + 3 river (3) + African violet (5) + highest waterfall (4) + 2nd highest waterfall (2) plus third highest waterfall (1) = 21 points.  The waterfalls are for the three cataracts which, from the mouth of the Limpopo River, were respectively 55 ft., 120 ft., and 600 ft. high.]  Others will eventually find higher ones, no doubt, but I will enjoy my fame while I can.  Since the publication of my little volume I have had six significant donations come in.  One was for $400, two were for $200, one for $100 and another for $50.   That makes $950 total, nearly as much as the $1000 we each had for our first expeditions.   I have also received a free ticket to Laurenco Marques!  I'm anxious to get back to Africa, for I've heard no word from you, my husband, in all this time.  Until then, I'm writing to you care of the post office in Laurenco Marques.  I hope you are safe.  Love, Lisa.

Lisa 10: Letter, 25 December, 1831:  Dear Steve, Merry Christmas, wherever you are!  After an uneventful sea voyage, I'm back in Africa now, here at the port of Laurenco Marques were about  10 months ago we parted to each make our own journey of exploration.  I have returned to this place only to find that my letters to you are all waiting here, not yet picked up. Where are you?   I fear for your safety.  Perhaps I will be able to find you somewhere in the trackless regions of darkest Africa.  If only I knew where to look!  I will be organizing a foot expedition with my $950, having only 8 askaris instead of the standard 9.  But we should still fare well enough.  I haven't made up- my mind which way to go yet.  I'm still contemplating it.  Missing you a lot, Love, Lisa.

Lisa 11: 2nd Limpopo Expedition Logbook, 5 January 1832:  Not knowing where my lost husband may be, I propose to continue my journeys up the Limpopo, seeking information of his whereabouts.  I am assuming that his course may bring him across my path sooner or later.  I certainly hope so.  And so begins the 2nd Limpopo Expedition as we set out today from Laurenco Marques heading along the coast for the Mouth of the Limpopo.  2nd Limpopo Expedition Logbook, 27 January:  Our journey has been easy and uneventful.  Game has been plentiful and we have been well fed with fresh meat and local fruits.  Our rations have not been depleted at all and the men are all healthy.

Lisa 12: [Foot, normal pace, west]  2nd Limpopo Expedition Logbook, 3 February 1832:  Today as we were heading west across the veldt toward uncharted territory, we were unexpectedly surprised by a Cape Buffalo.  The beast charged at us and was clearly about to run down and gore one of our askaris.  Only two other askaris and I had a chance for a kill shot on the crazed animal.  They fired first and both missed.  Taking careful aim I dropped the Buffalo in its tracks, only 2 feet away from its chosen victim.  I am exhilarated at my success!  It was the best shot of my life, and I'm so glad my dear husband had taught me well how to shoot.  The grateful askari who had been saved came up before me and bowed in thanks.  All the rest of the expedition whooped with joy and carried me around on their shoulders in a celebratory parade.  We turned the dead buffalo into a meal and held a feast.  [Rolls of "6" on one die were needed to kill the buffalo and save the askari.  The rolls were askari-1, askari-3, Lisa-6.]  The Cape Buffalo is one of the most dangerous animals in Africa.  Hunters consider it to be one of the big "five" in terms of the big African game animals hardest to kill on foot.  The others are the lion, African elephant, rhinoceros (the white or the black), and leopard.  Of the five, the Cape Buffalo has caused the most deaths to hunters and is considered the most dangerous.  Wounded Buffalo will ambush and attack pursuers, and it has been said that these fearsome creatures may gore and kill some 200 people every year, although there is no way to check those statistics in the wilds of unexplored Africa.  2nd Limpopo Expedition Logbook, 24 February 1832:  The terrain we have been traversing is veldt.  Hunting has been poor so we have used up 18 rations.  No new natives have been encountered.  We continue to head west.

Lisa 13: [Foot, lost]  2nd Limpopo Expedition Logbook, 15 March 1832:  The Ides of March have brought ill luck to us.  Our guide managed to get us hopelessly lost.  We've been moving in a circle on this veldt.   When the guide realized how useless he had been he just skulked off and left us to fend for ourselves.  Well good riddance, I say.  He didn't do us any good.  2nd Limpopo Expedition Logbook, 31 March 1832:  Once again, thanks to the delays caused by being lost we have not reached the better hunting areas along the Limpopo and so have had to use up 17 more rations.  I'm considering letting some bearers go to reduce food consumption.

Lisa 14: [Foot, in camp]  2nd Limpopo Expedition Logbook, 3 April 1832:  Rats!  As if getting lost last month wasn't bad enough, l now find that my bearers believe that the omens for continuing our trek are bad.  A missionary might be able to convince them but I'm just a botanist, so I made no headway with them.  The natives won't budge. With a view to intimidating them a bit and lowering our need for rations, I sent 5 bearers home. 2nd Limpopo Expedition Logbook, 24 April 1832:  Here we are, three weeks later, with my natives refusing to move out of camp.  We haven't been able to find any game here in sufficient quantity to feed our group.  I've had to use up another 21 rations.  If we don't get to the Limpopo soon, we'll end up going back for lack of food with nothing accomplished!

Lisa 15: [Foot, normal pace, west]  2nd Limpopo Expedition Logbook, 4 May 1832:  At last we are on the move again, headed west.  Next time I hire natives I need to inquire more about their superstitions.  We have wasted valuable time getting suntans on the veldt while the natives refused to budge until the omens were good.  But now they say the omens are fine and we can proceed.  What a waste of time this has been.   2nd Limpopo Expedition Logbook, 26 May 1832:  Without a guide to help, I myself led our expedition using my compass, the sun, and the stars to direct our course west northwest until at long last we arrived again at the Limpopo River, not far from where we turned back on the first expedition after losing our supplies when the canoe overturned.  We then continued to follow the Limpopo upstream, still in veldt terrain.  The river flowed southwest for awhile and then curved sharply to the northwest.  Hunting has been quite excellent so the drain on our rations has ceased.  Out in these grasslands I have made no new botanical discoveries of any great consequence.

Lisa 16:[Foot, normal pace, northwest]  2nd Limpopo Expedition Logbook, 19 June 1832:  The Limpopo is proving to be a river that winds back and forth.  For about 10 days we followed it on a northwesterly course into more veldt terrain but now it has turned southwest again.  We are not finding any cataracts in this stretch of the river, nor have we found any native villages in this area.  Alas, I also have no exciting botanical finds to report.

Lisa 17: [Foot, normal pace, southwest] 2nd Limpopo Expedition Logbook, 5 August 1832:  As we follow the Limpopo River, it keeps meandering westward.  Our progress westward has led us deep into mountainous terrain covered in jungle growth.  We've only had to use 3 more rations since hunting has been quite good. Today I found a cluster of  plants of a new species which I am calling Gladiolus lilacens.  I collected several specimens. [Gains 6 bonus points!] They are beautiful!

Lisa 18: [Foot, normal pace, northwest] 2nd Limpopo Expedition Logbook, 20 August 1832:  The jungle of the mountains slipped behind us as our party trekked northwest up the Limpopo River into veldt again.  We encountered no natives but the hunting has been excellent, saving our rations from being used. Now we find that the river has forked.  We will explore awhile up the northeast  branch.  2nd Limpopo Expedition Logbook, 17 September 1832: After seeing that the northeast branch of the Limpopo kept on going awhile with no cataracts, we reversed our course back to the fork and started up the northwest branch.  I intend to take this route since it lies to the west and thus presumably is a bit closer to where my husband Steve may have gone.  With no word from him these many months, I wonder just where he could be?  Sometimes I wonder whether he is still alive and safe.  The good news is that I have discovered some new kinds of African daisy of the genus Arctotis.  [Bonus point = 1]

Lisa 19: [Foot, normal pace, northwest] 2nd Limpopo Expedition Logbook, 23 October 1832:  Locusts!  Zillions of them.  As a botanist I don't like them, but I wouldn't like them anyway.  In order to avoid them we naturally veered away from the river.  Now we are lost in the veldt, trying to find our way back to the river, but almost not wanting to go because of the expectation of finding nothing green there.  The only good thing about being lost is that we have no doubt been able to do better in our hunting than we would have done had we spent time with the locust swarms.  All the grazing animals fled the area where the locusts were.  They've apparently come the same way that we did.  I wonder about those nice African daisies I had found.  They have probably been devoured by the locusts.

Lisa 20: [Foot, normal pace, northwest] 2nd Limpopo Expedition Logbook, 26 October 1832:  Deja vu!  One of my askaris again found himself chased by a raging Cape Buffalo.  Three of us again had a chance to shoot down the bull, but this time we failed to save the askari.  My shot was the second one fired and nearly took down the bull, who stumbled upon being hit.  [Roll of '6' needed: 2,5,2]  But the enraged beast resumed his charge and the doomed askari was overrun.  We buried him on the veldt and mourned his passing.  The buffalo that I hit eventually died of his wound, and we feasted on his flesh.  But it was a great loss to have our man killed this way.  2nd Limpopo Expedition Logbook, 10 November 1832:  Although we have managed to return to the Limpopo River and continue following it upstream, the terrain has become desert.  The river had flowed northwest awhile and now is flowing east.  2nd Limpopo Expedition Logbook, 17 November 1832:  A native tribe was found living in the desert.  It is of medium size.  [Native tribe T24 encountered. Size = medium.  Policy = 6.  Natives roll 6 = negotiate.  Offer 10 gifts.  Roll 11 = friendly; but a roll of 12 would have reverted to an ambush.]  We made friendly gestures but showed off our muskets as well.  The chief accepted our offer of 10 gifts, although at first he seemed a bit hesitant.  They have shared food with us, which is good since deserts don't produce much for our hunting forays.  The tribe calls itself the Gomorra.  2nd Limpopo Expedition Logbook, 18 November 1832:  The chief showed us a tree which is used by his people to produce a form of myrrh, an incense valued by people throughout the world.  They barter it for other items they need.  I am taking samples of it and have named it Commiphora saxicola.  [6 bonus points]

Lisa 21: [Foot, normal pace, northwest] 2nd Limpopo Expedition Logbook, 26 November 1832:  My plan after leaving the Gomorra tribe was to retrace my steps to the veldt and then try to get around the desert and continue my explorations to the northwest.  However, a south wind has been steadily blowing sand in our faces.  I've decided that we had best cache some of our rations, collect plenty of water and head northwest away from the rising wind. [Disaster on card #51: Expedition accidentally follows an animal trail... roll one die and check direction...roll of 6 = northwest.  Expedition must go that way.]  2nd Limpopo Expedition Logbook, 27 November 1832:  We worked quickly yesterday to make two caches since I didn't want to risk losing all 51 rations being cached if we can't find it when we return, or if something happens to it.  So my first cache has 26 rations and my second one has 25.  We loaded up on 63 units of water and then began moving northwest as rapidly as possible with the wind picking up even more and howling against our backs.  2nd Limpopo Expedition Logbook, 30 November 1832:  We had to hunker down in some caves and crevices we found as a furious sandstorm whirled by us for a couple of days.  The south wind hasn't fully abated and we are following a track northwest.  It could be an animal track for all we know.   2nd Limpopo Expedition Logbook, 14 December 1832:  The terrain we have marched through for the past two weeks has been nothing but desert.  We've spotted some trees ahead. There must be an oasis!  However, it is clear that a native tribe occupies the oasis, and it appears to be a quite large tribe.  Now I need to quickly decide whether to retreat back or to go ahead and deal with them, if possible....I decided to retreat and we made a safe getaway.  [Native tribe T27 encountered. Size = large.  Policy = 2.  Roll = 7 = C = safely retreat.]  So we are heading back to the Gomorra tribe.  2nd Limpopo Expedition Logbook, 28 December 1832:  We have completed our desert trek and are back among the friendly Gomorra tribe.  We'll be retrieving our caches when we leave here and head back south.  In the meantime we'll rest a few days and enjoy the hospitality of our friendly natives.

Lisa 22: [Foot, normal pace, southeast] 2nd Limpopo Expedition Logbook, 3 January 1833:  My expedition went back downstream the last few days and we have managed to find both of our caches that we made on the 26th of November, so we are moving along now with the 51 rations that had been cached added to the 30 we still had.  2nd Limpopo Expedition Logbook, 20 January 1833:  We have returned south to the green grass of the veldt with the cool Limpopo River beside us.  We will probably head west or southwest next, trying to work our way around the desert.  Hunting has been most excellent and we've all eaten fresh food.

Lisa 23: [Foot, normal pace, southwest] 2nd Limpopo Expedition Logbook, 4 February 1833:  It wasn't long after heading southwest from the Limpopo across the veldt that we spotted mountains in the distance.  We are nearing them now and I'm eager to see what we will find there.  2nd Limpopo Expedition Logbook, 17 February 1833:  The cool air of the mountains is refreshing.  There are no major rivers here, but no natives either.  Hunting has been so-so.  We had to use 12 rations, but we still have 69 left.  2nd Limpopo Expedition Logbook, 19 February 1833:  I have found a wonderfully beautiful new plant species which I am calling Galtonia candicans.  It is a giant hyacinth.  This showy plant has large numbers of pendant white bell-shaped flowers.  I have collected seeds and specimens.  So far this makes 4 significant new species I have discovered on this trip. [2 bonus points]

Lisa 24: [Foot, normal pace, west] 2nd Limpopo Expedition Logbook, 5 March 1833:  The mountains have continued as we travel west.  Today we found a mountain spring that forms the beginning of a stream.  2nd Limpopo Expedition Logbook, 16 March 1833:  Our stream has become a mountain river flowing vigorously west, but it has no cataracts.  No natives appear to dwell in this area but wildlife and fruits are abundant so we have had plenty of fresh food.  2nd Limpopo Expedition Logbook, 19 March 1833:  What a fortunate botanist am I!  Today we came across a large patch of a rare species of Pelargonium, the true geranium.  This would be a wonderful garden plant. I have collected samples and seeds.  [5 bonus points]

Lisa 25: [Foot, normal pace, northwest] 2nd Limpopo Expedition Logbook, 20 April 1833:  At one point while high in the mountains we glimpsed a lake to our west, so we intended to leave our budding river and head northwest.  Alas, we have managed to get lost in these mountain valleys, so haven't made much progress. However, hunting has been quite excellent.  We found more places in these valleys with the true geranium plants.

Lisa 26: [Foot, normal pace, northwest] 2nd Limpopo Expedition Logbook, 30 April 1833:  Our expedition has at last found its way out of the mountains into veldt terrain as we progress northeast, deeper into the heart of southern Africa.   I believe we are now more than halfway across this part of Africa.  Could we make it all the way to the west coast?  Probably not, since the Namib desert lies that way and that would be a terrible obstacle to endure.  2nd Limpopo Expedition Logbook, 16 May 1833:  We have encountered a river flowing from the northeast and heading west.  No natives have been found in this area, but there is a lot of game and hunting has been easy.

Lisa 27: [Foot, normal pace, west] 2nd Limpopo Expedition Logbook, 29 May 1833:  Following our new river downstream to the west went fine for awhile.  But today we discovered that it flows into a large lake.  So we can't go further that way.  It appears that this is a long lake that may stretch a couple of hundred miles long.  2nd Limpopo Expedition Logbook, 17 June 1833:  We've retraced our steps from the lake.  The hunting has been good enough that we've only used 3 more rations.  We have 66 rations left.

Lisa 28: [Foot, normal pace, northwest] 2nd Limpopo Expedition Logbook, 25 July 1833:  We headed northwest to see if we could get around the lake we had found to our west.  Unfortunately, we ran into desert terrain.  There appears to be a major desert in this part of Africa, blocking progress from the Limpopo into the interior.  However, once we saw how bad the terrain was going to be, we turned around and headed back to our river in the veldt.  I'm going to call it the Brown River, for now, since the water has a bit of a silty brown color.  But I may change the name when I know more about it.  The previous river we found shall be called the Geranium River, in honor of the plants that I found growing in the mountains where we found the source of that river.  It is a short river that appears to quickly head into the large lake to our west.  Hunting has been fine here on the veldt and we have not had to use more rations.

Lisa 29: [Canoe, normal pace, west, southeast] 2nd Limpopo Expedition Logbook, 27 July 1833:  Beside the river we found a hidden cache containing a canoe with ten gifts and a musket.  I have decided to dismiss 6 bearers and use the canoe to explore the lake to our west.  I'll cache 22 rations along with the extra musket and the ten gifts we found with the canoe.  I intend to take 8 askaris, 6 bearers, myself and my musket, 54 rations, my 5 precious plant specimens, and 20 gifts onto the canoe to explore the lake. 2nd Limpopo Expedition Logbook, 12 August 1833:  This is a large lake, presumably at least 100 miles across from east to west judging by our travels on it.  We'll head southeast now.  2nd Limpopo Expedition Logbook, 29 August 1833:  Our lake, which I will call Lake Stroup, is at least 200 miles long!  [Little did she know that the first explorer to set eyes on it was her husband Steve, the zoologist, who also called it Lake Stroup.]  We traveled down it and found my Geranium River flowing into it.  We'll be paddling to find the western side of the lake and try to continue further west and north.  In the meantime, out on the lake we have had no chance to hunt and fishing hasn't produced anything of consequence, so we have had to use some rations.   We have 29 rations left.

Lisa 30: [Canoe, normal pace, west] 2nd Limpopo Expedition Logbook, 10 September 1833:  What a huge lake this is!  I've found it to be one large triangle in shape, with at least three rivers entering it on the east.  Two of these are the ones that I have named the Brown River and the Geranium River.  In the extreme southeast of Lake Stroup we found another river flowing into the lake.  We are heading northwest now trying to find a place to make camp.  [Canoe, normal pace, northwest] 2nd Limpopo Expedition Logbook, 14 September 1833:  We found a river exiting this lake on its northwest flank.  Is this a river that will flow into the Atlantic Ocean?  Is it the Cunene River?  We are going to explore it for awhile.  2nd Limpopo Expedition Logbook, 5 October 1833:  The new river we've been following is a strong one, naturally, no doubt due to the flow of our large lake into it.  The terrain has become quite mountainous although none of these mountains are spectacularly high yet.  Hunting is good here so we haven't had to use any more rations.

Lisa 31: [Canoe, normal pace, east across lake] 2nd Limpopo Expedition Logbook, 14 October 1833:  Despite the temptation of crossing all of Africa from east to west, I had decided a few days ago to return to Laurenco Marques on my previously explored route so that I may share with the world my fabulous discoveries before some misadventure strikes me.  I'm also getting concerned about Steve.  I have no idea where he might be right now.  At any rate, today we came back up the river and reached Lake Stroup.  One of my askaris found two large war canoes concealed by the edge of the lake.  We have cached one but will take the other back across the lake tomorrow morning.  2nd Limpopo Expedition Logbook, 25 October 1833:  We had good weather and crossed the lake without mishap.  We've now reached our former campsite on the Brown River where we will spend a couple of days getting ready to hike back across the mountains.  I've had the two canoes cached.  The hunting has been good so we aren't using any more rations.

Lisa 32: [Foot, reckless pace, southeast, then east] 2nd Limpopo Expedition Logbook, 3 December 1833:  After climbing back up into the mountains where the Geranium River is located we headed east for several weeks through more mountainous terrain until finally coming to the veldt in which flows the Limpopo River.  We're about three hundred miles from Laurenco Marques now.  I propose to explore the terrain south of here and above the mountains of Zululand.  Hunting has been great and my rations have not been further depleted.

Lisa 33: [Foot, normal pace, southeast] 2nd Limpopo Expedition Logbook, 24 December 1833:  We set off to the southeast into unexplored territory.  It proved to be an extension of the coastal veldt region.  No rivers were found and we encountered no natives, but there was plenty of game to hunt for food.  I didn't even find any notworthy plants to take home.  Tomorrow is Christmas.  I'm wishing I could be home for Christmas for a change.  I wonder what Steve is doing tonight?

Lisa 34: [Foot, normal pace, southeast] 2nd Limpopo Expedition Logbook, 1 January 1834:   What an awful New Year's Day!  All of my men are sick after being bitten by tsetse flies on this veldt over the last couple of weeks.   I had only a mild case but didn't die from it.  However, I certainly wish I was a doctor. 2nd Limpopo Expedition Logbook, 18 January 1834:   We've stayed in camp trying to recover from sleeping sickness.  Everyone's been so sick that no one was fit to carry anyone else.  I managed to do a small bit of hunting but with everyone sick we used up 12 of our rations this past month.  However, we have seen some dramatic recoveries.  Four askaris and three bearers have fully recovered; two askaris and one bearer are improving, and one askari is still quite seriously sick.  So far, one askari and two bearers have died.  This is really tragic, especially happening so close to port.

Lisa 35: [Foot, in camp] 2nd Limpopo Expedition Logbook, 22 February 1834:   What a terrible illness sleeping sickness is!  We haven't been able to travel since my men were too weak and too sick.  However, over time one more askari and one more bearer have recovered.  One askari remains seriously ill.  Another askari has died.  But while we sat in camp for over a month we had to use 7 precious rations.  Only 10 rations remain!  I still have one sick man holding up the progress on the expedition.  However, if we don't get moving soon we could use up our food and start to starve.

Lisa 36: [Foot, in camp] 2nd Limpopo Expedition Logbook, 26 March 1834:   We needed to move on, so I cached 16 gifts in the veldt and my bearers took up my plant specimens, our 10 rations, my musket, 4 gifts, and the sick askari.  We hiked southwest to the mountains and then west to the mountain region where the Orange River has its source.  This is part of the Cape Colony.   I figured that here we would at least find plenty of food and not have to worry about the hunting.  The mountain air would also be healthier than the veldt lowlands.  But still my poor sick askari remains in serious condition.

Lisa 37: [Foot, normal, northeast] 2nd Limpopo Expedition Logbook, 24 April 1834:   I have had this unedxplainable sense of urgency to continue with my explorations quickly and then get back to port.  I felt compelled to leave my sick askari with a Dutch farm family near the source of the Orange River.  [-1 point]  I ventured northeast to explore and found nothing but veldt.  No river or natives were to be found there.  Hunting was quite good, so we didn't have to dip into our precious rations.

Lisa 38: [Foot, normal, west] 2nd Limpopo Expedition Logbook, 26 May 1834:  Continuing on to the west, we have explored mountains again.  They bridge the gap between the mountains in the northeast part of the Cape Colony and those that stretch from the Limpopo to Lake Stroup.  We found no natives nor any special botanical specimens.  Hunting has been poor and we are out of rations now.

Lisa 39: [Foot, normal, northwest] 2nd Limpopo Expedition Logbook, 21 June 1834: With no rations I had two choices.  Either I would have to go south to the Cape Colony to avoid starvation or I would need to go back to my cache on the Brown River where another 22 rations were stored  along with some gifts in a cache.  I chose the latter so my sorry expedition once again trudged through mountains, past the Geranium River and on to the Brown River.  We managed to find the Brown River cache without too much difficulty and took 20 rations and 5 gifts from the cache, giving us 9 gifts total.  Hunting has been excellent so we haven't had to use up any more rations.

Lisa 40: [Foot, normal, east] 2nd Limpopo Expedition Logbook, 23 June 1834: First we felt the ground shake a little before dawn and figured we were experiencing an earthquake.  Then there was a momentary calm.  Most of my men started to try to get more sleep, but I got up to join two bearers keeping watch on the fringe of camp.  Suddenly the ground shook again and we heard a trumpeting sound.  The next thing we knew, a herd of elephants came crashing into our camp.  They presumably had stampeded out of fright from the earthquake.  The bearers keeping watch and I quickly gather up our belongings and got out of the way.  The rest of the camp had no chance, for they were squarely in the path of the elephants.  The men appear to have all perished save for my two bearers and me.  I've got my musket and 9 rations.  The two bearers have my treasured botanical specimens and 9 gifts. All else is gone.  This is truly demoralizing after all we've been through.  2nd Limpopo Expedition Logbook, 14 July 1834: I'm not as good at directions as I had hoped.  We've been trying to go east from where we were stampeded by the elephants, but I've managed to get us lost and we haven't progressed very far at all.  However, the hunting has been well enough that only one ration had to be used.  We still have 8 left.

Lisa 41: [Foot, normal, east] 2nd Limpopo Expedition Logbook, 15 August 1834: We are hopelessly lost!  We're going nowhere fast, and another ration has been used.  How frustrating!

Lisa 42: [Foot, normal, east] 2nd Limpopo Expedition Logbook, 17 August 1834: We have found another two war canoes by the shore of Lake Stroup.  We found our previous cache of canoes and placed these two new canoes with the other two.  2nd Limpopo Expedition Logbook, 31 August 1834: Thankfully, we haven't become lost again.  Our eastward trek has taken us into mountains.  However, we found the source of a river flowing northwesterly.  Perhaps it curves around to the north of here and becomes the Brown River that we know flows into Lake Stroup.  2nd Limpopo Expedition Logbook, 3 September 1834: Today we stumbled upon a medium-sized tribe.  We wasted no time in beating a hasty retreat back to the Brown River from whence we had come.  We didn't fully discover the new region we had started to explore, but at least we know that natives live there.  Hunting has been good enough that Icould feed my bearers and myself without resorting to using rations.

Lisa 43: [Foot, normal, southeast] 2nd Limpopo Expedition Logbook, 5 October 1834:   I've had enough.  Time to go home.  After a month of traveling we have reached the source of the Orange River in the Cape Colony.

Lisa 44: [Foot, normal pace, east] 2nd Limpopo Expedition Logbook, 7 November 1834:   At long last we have returned to the port of Laurenco Marques.  There were many letters from Steve there, which let me know his travails until he set out on his Congo expedition.  I am assuming he still is in the Congo region.  We used up 2 more rations, but still have 5 left.

Lisa 45: [On board ship at sea] 2nd Limpopo Expedition Logbook, 15 December 1834:   Having left Laurenco Marques on the good ship Lancelot on the 9th of November, we have made steady progress back to England.  I hope to be back in London for Christmas! 

Lisa 46: [in London] 2nd Limpopo Expedition Logbook, 28 December 1834:   I addressed the Geographical Society of London on my discoveries in the region of the Limpopo River southward and westward to Lake Stroup.  I was honored when the Society named me the "Lady of the Limpopo" and then further honored me and my dear husband by giving the region of Africa which we had explored and made known to the world the name of "Stroupland."  This area's northern boundary is  the Limpopo River from the first cataract all the way to the desert inhabited by the Gommora Tribe.  It extends south across the veldt to the mountains forming the northern border of Zululand.  It extends westward beyond the mountains to the far side of the immense Lake Stroup, and its southwest border is the Stroup River discovered and charted by my husband, Steve Stroup, on his difficult first expedition.  Everything within the bounds of "Stroupland" was explored by one of us, although the larger portion was traversed by my own two expeditions.  Within the bounds of Stroupland we found six native tribes between us.  I was also given credit for major botanical discoveries.  These were the Gladiola, African Daisy, a myrrh tree, a giant Hyacinth, and the true geranium.  Flowing into Lake Stroup are also the Brown and Geranium Rivers, both discovered by me.  Everyone was so enthused by my discoveries that I've had offers totalling $2850 plus offers of free tickets to Calabar and to Laurenco Marques.  [Stroupland is now filled with orange diamonds; the southern edge has the red diamonds from Steves' first expedition down the Stroup River.]  Lisa achieves 75 published points.

Lisa 47: [in London] January - March 1835: Lisa Stroup decided that it would take quite a bit of time to properly publish all the details of her discoveries in Africa.  When Steve returned from his Congo expedition in January they rejoiced in being together again at last.  Soon they were both offered important positions in the Department of Science at Cambridge University, so they moved there to teach, Steve in Zoology and she in Botany.  Lisa gave all the funds that had been donated to her to a missionary group that wanted to explore the Ogue River, the last great unexplored river in Africa below the Sahara.

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Brian - Blue - Explorer - 1. Luanda, 2. Kilwa, 3. Durban

Brian 1: Letter, February 24, 1831:  My beloved Carrie, I hope by now that you have reached Kilwa and been able to start organizing your expedition.  Be careful and don't get yourself captured by a native tribe!  There will be no way for me to send you letters once I get started on my expedition.  Do you suppose that we may travel far enough inland to encounter each other in the heart of Africa?  I hope we can be so fortunate, but I trust that whatever happens you will stay safe....

Brian 2:  [Canoe, reckless] Congo Exploration Journal,  March 20, 1831:  We set out from Luanda on February 28 and made our way along the coast to it's mouth.  We reached the cataract at the farthest known point of the Congo River. Our next task is to portage around it.  I figure it will take two portage trips to carry the canoes and all our supplies around it.  We've had fresh food from hunting [die roll = 4-1 = 21] so only 3 rations have been used.

Brian 3:  [Canoe, normal pace ] Congo Exploration Journal,  April 10, 1831:  Portaging around the Congo's first cataract (known as Tuckey's Falls from an unsuccessful expedition in 1816) was quite difficult, but we made it after 10 days of cutting a path through the jungle so that we could haul our canoes and supplies along it to the river beyond the cataract.  After another eleven days of paddling up the river against the strong current, we have now reached a point where the river forks.  It is difficult to tell which is the main river and which is its tributary, so we have made camp for a few days while I try to determine which direction to go.  One  fork leads northwest; the other heads toward the east in the direction of the heart of Africa.  The terrain has remained dense jungle, but no natives have hindered our progress.  Hunting has been so good that we have not had to dig much into our rations.

Brian 4:  [Canoe, normal pace] Congo Exploration Journal,  May 1, 1831:  After four days of preliminary reconnoitering, I opted to head up the northwest fork of the Congo.  However, within ten days it became apparent that we were on the verge of a perilous jungle swamp in which we would become hopelessly lost if we proceeded further, so we paddled back down the river to the fork where we've made camp to rest and hunt before moving onward again.  Hunting remains excellent in the jungle along the Congo River, so our rations are being used in only small quantities. We still have 119 left of the original 125 units. We'll have to follow the east fork now, and hope it doesn't also become a jungle swamp.

Brian 5:  [Canoe, normal pace] Congo Exploration Journal,  May 31, 1831:  I consider us fortunate in not having had to deal with natives so far.  The Congo River is a challenge enough.  The jungle is so thick here that even though the hunting is good it can be tedious to get out of the canoes to hunt.  Some 60 miles into the journey up the east fork of the Congo we found another cataract.  This one was spectacular and I named it the Ankenman Falls.  It took two weeks of carving an extremely steep jungle path a wide distance to the north before we could get ourselves portaged around this obstacle.  Once at the top of the falls we took measurements and discovered that it was a whopping 1700 feet high!  Perhaps this is the highest waterfall in all of Africa.  Only 3 more rations have been used up due to our fine hunting results. 

Brian 6:  [Canoe, normal pace] Congo Exploration Journal,  June 13, 1831:  It's great to be out of the jungle and into the sunshine!  The hot steamy jungle has given way to the veldt grasslands.  Hunting may prove to not be quite as good, but we're enjoying the change of scenery. June 26, 1831: The river has turned eastward, but no new cataracts have been found.  [Native tribe T08 discovered. Size = small (die roll = 2).  Policy = 6. Natives roll 6 = Neutral.  Negotiation occurs.]   June 28 1831: Our first native tribe has been encountered. They are a small tribe, so we approached them in a friendly manner but with a great show of our technological superiority.  They came forward to negotiate with us.  I offered 10 gifts to their chief and he gladly accepted them.  So we are now friends with this tribe who call themselves the Konga.  They invited us to stay with them awhile but we decided to forge on while the weather seemed good.  July 7 1831:  We paddled upriver for several days until encountering a cataract with a waterfall.  So we decided to turn back to the Konga village we had left and rest a bit before tackling the portage around that cataract.  The chief and his people have fed us very well, but I'm pretty sure that the witch doctor doesn't like me. 

Brian 7: 
[Canoe, normal pace] Congo Exploration Journal,  July 21, 1831:  We had a rough portage around the third cataract of the Congo River.  But it was not as bad by any means as Ankenman Falls had been back in May, for this waterfall was only 75 feet high.  The portage was made on my birthday, July 11th.  Our terrain continues to be veldt.  Congo Exploration Journal,  July 30, 1831:  The Congo River has definitely doubled back and turned to the southwest.  However, in this region we have found relics of a lost civilization [6 bonus points], and among them there are some indications that there may be a lost city to our northeast.  I had been hoping that this river might take us there, but as it does not appear to be doing so, I may cache our canoes and head onward by foot in a northeast direction.  Finding a lost city would be superb!  We found no natives in this area, but that may be because the hunting is poor here, at least at this time of year.  We had to use 17 rations for this part of our journey.

Brian 8:  [Foot, normal pace] Congo Exploration Journal,  August 2, 1831: I have decided to cache the two canoes beside the river and proceed northeast on foot toward what we hope might be the ruins of a Lost City.  Rather than let anyone go, I am keeping all of my people so as to be able to all the more swiftly continue our journey by canoe when we return.  Congo Exploration Journal,  September 3, 1831: Since ours has been a canoe expedition, the men weren't used to hiking so much and it took a number of days to get them acclimated to it.  But we have wound our way over veldt terrain, looking for clues in respect to the lost civilization we are seeking.  We encountered a small river running westward, but we followed it for awhile upstream and came to the springs that were its source.  Could this be a branch of the Congo that flows into the jungle swamp we encountered earlier in our explorations?  We cannot follow it now, although traveling downstream would be easy and would keep us from getting lost.  However, northeast is where we are headed, and for now we are holding true to that compass direction.

Brian 9:  [Foot, normal pace] Congo Exploration Journal,  September 10, 1831:  I can't believe this!  One of my askaris, who should know better, did the stupidest thing imaginable.  I awoke one morning to find that overnight a large herd of elephants had come near to our camp on the veldt.  Then I heard a musket shot.  Apparently one of our askaris had fired at an elephant.  Next thing I know, the elephants are stampeding right into our camp.  Disaster!  Those of us who could got out of the way as the elephants, charging and trumpeting, demolished everything in their path.  I saw some men trampled to death by the beasts.  The rest of us scattered in all directions, many of us being chased by angry elephants.  I and two others of our party escaped in a northeast direction, but we didn't stop dodging this way and that until we sensed that the elephants pursuing us had stopped their chase.  Some of the elephants went back to our camp area and foraged among our supplies with their tusks and trunks while we watched from a distance.  But there was nothing useful to them and they pretty much wiped out all our supplies.  Hours passed as they lingered in the area.  Finally the elephants departed in a southerly direction.  The three of us returned to the campsite and found almost nothing useful left there.  We found ten of our group had been trampled to death and we spent a considerable time digging graves for them.  There's no telling what became of the other 11 of our expedition.  Presumably they ran back southward in the direction we had come.  At any rate, they never returned to join us.  So I am left with but two members of the expedition: my guide and one bearer.  We salvaged 10 gifts, one musket, and nine rations from the wrecked camp. I'll have to do all the hunting, and I'll be carrying the musket and the rations myself while Sambo, my loyal personal bearer, carries the 10 gifts.  Congo Exploration Journal,  September 15, 1831: My guide must have become addle-brained when the elephants stampeded us.  He managed to get us lost.  [Lost roll =1 +1 for guide = 2 = lost in the veldt.]  I guess he must have become afraid or embarrassed after that since he has deserted Sambo and me.  [Native tribe T10 discovered.  Size = Medium (die roll = 4). Policy = #5 {#6 can't be used because of proximity of Tribe T08.}  Natives roll 7 = Neutral.  Offer all 10 gifts.  Negotiation Result = 5 = Tribe accepts offer and becomes friendly.]  Congo Exploration Journal,  September 27, 1831:  Whew!  This was our lucky day.  Sambo and I encountered a large hunting party of natives that turned out to belong to a medium-sized tribe.  We approached in an open and friendly manner since we had no likely chance of holding them off in combat.  The natives also appeared to be peaceful.  So, our best option was simply to hope for a friendly chance at negotiation.  I took the 10 gifts that my man Sambo was carrying and offered all of them to the chief.  He accepted them and offered friendship with his tribe.  We've accepted their hospitality and they have held a feast for us.  We have been well fed and treated well.  But if they had not been friendly, Sambo and I would be captives, at best.  The native village is near the river we found that begins in this area.  Before this evening's feast began, I was walking along that river and saw something bright flash at the side of the stream.  I picked up a rock that appears to have several large diamonds embedded in it.  [Bonus points = 2.] It was an amazing find.  So this was indeed our lucky day!

Brian 10:  [Foot, normal pace] Congo Exploration Journal,  December 17, 1831:  The days were bright and sunny when Sambo and I left our friends of the Baniki tribe.  We headed northeast in the direction where I believed there might be a Lost City.  On the way Sambo discovered that all of our 9 rations were bad, so we just had to throw them away.  The terrain continued to be veldt as we progressed further into Africa.  No significant river was found and no natives either, which I counted a good thing in our circumstances.  Sambo and I searched all over these grasslands for any sign of a Lost City.  We found nothing.  The indications that I had that we should look here were obviously false.  Finally, we decided to cease searching and start back for the coast.  However, we came across a herd of elephants grazing on the veldt.  After making sure we had all our few belongings with us, I decided to shoot one elephant to take back a tusk.  I got in a lucky hit that felled one of the beasts.  So we have collected a tusk [gain of 2 points].  Hunting has been satisfactory enough to feed us both, despite the loss of rations.  I'm still frustrated that our search for the Lost City ended in failure, but I hope to launch a new expedition which may yet discover it.

Brian 11:  [Foot, reckless pace] Congo Exploration Journal,  January 26, 1832:  Along with my faithful Sambo, who carries my musket and the elephant tusk, I have trudged some 300 miles in the past month.  We made it back to the Baniki, who fed us for a few days while we rested from our many fruitless days searching for the Lost City.  Then we pushed on with all speed back to the Congo River.  We left our cached canoes and traveled down the river by foot, coming at last to the friendly Konga Tribe.  Here we will rest for a week or so in preparation for the trek back to Luanda through the jungle.  I'm looking forward to going back home for awhile.  I have much to report to the world about my discoveries.  No European ever traveled over 500 miles up the Congo river as I have done, not to mention the further 225 miles that I went in my vain attempt to find a Lost City.  The world needs to know what I have found.

Brian 12:  [Foot, normal pace] Congo Exploration Journal,  February 28, 1832:  Sambo and I have progressed down the Congo River at an easy pace to the region where we found the first branch in the river.  Hunting and foraging in this area is superb and we've had no shortage of food.  From this point we will be turning south for the port of Luanda, hoping to reach it before we starve, since we have no rations.  My faithful Sambo has been carrying the heavy elephant tusk all this while.  To help him out, I've been carrying my own musket.

Brian 13:  [Foot, reckless pace] Congo Exploration Journal,  March 4, 1832:  I asked Sambo if he felt up to making a rapid dash for Luanda.  He did.  So we will follow the Congo River a bit longer and then veer south to the coastal veldt regions and make our way to Luanda as quickly as humanly possible. Luanda!  Here we come!  Congo Exploration Journal,  April 3, 1832:  Sambo and I trekked for many long days toward Luanda, resting only as much as necessary and pushing the pace.  Two miles out of Luanda I let Sambo go home, since it was nearby and closer than going to the city.  I'm sure he was as fatigued as was I, but his people would look after him, I was sure, and give him plenty to eat.  Hunting had not been great, so we were not well fed.  But we survived, and I made it back to port. [Hunting roll = 4 -1 (reckless) = 1]  I took up the burden of carrying the elephant tusk and my own musket and managed to stumble into Luanda today.  Given that the people here had seen me leave on a large expedition with two great canoes, it is no wonder that they were shocked to see me return alone and bedraggled, carrying my tusk.  But now I can rest a few days and then arrange my passage back to England to report my discoveries.

Brian 14:  Letter to Carrie,  April 8, 1832:  My Dear Carrie,  I came, I saw, I survived!  You can call me Bwana.  I'm back in Luanda, waiting for a ship home.  My expedition was wiped out in an elephant stampede of all things, but I made it back to Luanda with one bearer, my faithful Sambo.  I'll have much more to tell you when I see you again.  I hope your expedition has fared better.  This letter is being sent to Kilwa in hopes of finding your there soon.  If by chance you are already back in England or on your way, I'll see you there. Bye for now, Brian.  Congo Exploration Journal,  April 14, 1832:  I'm on a merchant ship headed back to England.  We left port 2 days ago.  Let's hope this trip home is easy and uneventful.

Brian 15:  Times of London, June 3, 1832:  Brian Ankenman, the recently returned leader of an expedition by canoe up the Congo River in Africa, has rushed to publication a preliminary account of his journey and experiences.  His new work is titled There and Back Again: a True Account of the Harrowing Adventures of the Explorer Brian Ankenman and his Faithful Sambo on a Journey up the Congo River and Back to Luanda[This publication is worth 29 victory points.  Lisa now loses 4 points since no longer has discovered the highest waterfalls.]  In it he records having discovered and made friends with two native tribes, the Konga and the Baniki.  The Congo was explored by canoe for about 550 miles before the canoes were cached and the expedition headed northeast across the veldt after finding relics of a lost civilization that suggested that there might be a lost city in that direction.  But no lost city was found.  Instead, the expedition was completely wrecked by an elephant stampede through its camp. In the end, only Mr. Ankenman and his faithful personal bearer, Sambo, returned, bearing with them a large elephant tusk and some diamonds of great value found along a newly discovered river which flows west to the north of the Congo.  Beyond Tuckey's Falls, which is the first cataract on the Congo, this daring explorer paddled upstream in the jungle for a bit over 200 miles before the terrain opened up into veldt which clearly extends for some 400 miles further to the northeast.  The expedition discovered the 2nd and 3rd cataracts of the Congo River.  While the 3rd cataract is only 75 feet high, the second one, named by the discoverer the "Ankenman Falls" is an astounding 1700 feet high, making it the highest known waterfall in Africa.  This tops the previous highest waterfall of 600 feet discovered last year by the Botanist Lisa Stroup on the Limpopo River.  Her 600 foot falls now become the second highest of the known waterfalls.  Thanks to the quick publication of the story of his expedition, Mr. Ankenman has received many donations toward making a second expedition to the Dark Continent.  [$500 + $400 + $400 (4 x $100) = $1300.]  He has been offered a free ticket to Kilwa on the east coast, which is where his wife, the Ethnologist Carrie Ankenman, also began her expedition.  However, another donor is offering a free ticket to Durban in the Cape Colony.  Which one will our intrepid explorer choose as his next starting point?

Brian 16:  [Kilwa]  East African Exploration Journal, July 15, 1832:  I have traveled in haste back to Africa.  This time I took a ship through the Mediterranean to Egypt, made my way to the Red Sea, and then came around Somalia by ship to arrive at Kilwa.  Although tempted by the offer of starting an exploration from Durban, I decided to use my free ticket for Kilwa in the hopes of learning what has become of my better half.  My wife, Carrie, set out into the interior of Africa from Kilwa in March of 1831 and no one has heard anything from her since then.  I inquired all about the port of Kilwa for word of her, but all anyone knew was that she had secretly departed one day and has never been seen since.  I have decided to organize a foot expedition and head northwest in the hope of finding word of her.  Better yet, maybe I'll even find my dear wife.  Is she safe?  Or is she partying with the natives that she always hoped to study?  I wish I knew.

Brian 17: [Foot, cautious pace, northwest]  East African Exploration Journal, August 10, 1832:  It seemed best to try going northwest to locate my dear wife.  I'm hoping that she opted to try to find the source of the Nile and will ultimately be headed that way.  We have moved along at a slow, cautious pace so that my natives can get used to the work.  Our terrain is veldt, but this has been known territory.  However, tomorrow we will venture into unexplored territory and see what we find.  Unfortunately, the game is scarce in this area and not adequate to feed the 35 mouths in our group.  I had to use 23 rations for just that short journey out of Kilwa, so I have dismissed 2 bearers since their absence will make the food last longer and they are no longer needed to carry the many rations we used up.

Brian 18: [Foot, normal pace, northwest]  East African Exploration Journal, August 15, 1832:  Yesterday while scavenging for fruits and berries, one of our bearers was stung by a centipede and took seriously ill.  He has now died, and was buried on the veldt.  We have to cache three rations since we don't have enough bearers now to carry them.  East African Exploration Journal, September 8, 1832:    As we forged ahead across more trackless veldt with many herds of wild antelope and zebra, we encountered what appeared to be a small native tribe.   [Native tribe T19 discovered. Size = small (die roll = 1).  Policy = 5.  Natives roll 12 = Charge.  Result = 5 = natives hide.]  However, they would not approach and slinked away to hide from us.  We hunted with reasonable success against the wary herds.  Only 8 rations had to be used.

Brian 19: [Foot, normal pace, northwest]  East African Exploration Journal, September 20, 1832:  Today we stood on a bluff from whence looking eastward we could see the Indian Ocean.  What a beautiful view!  On the other hand, we're not supposed to be able to see the ocean.  We totally blew it.  We've followed an animal trail instead of the main native trail we thought we were on.  So instead of continuing north we've gone east back to the ocean.  With cloudy weather obscuring the sun for days and my compass misplaced in our baggage, we made a major error in choice of direction. (I think the natives are laughing at Bwana behind his back.)   As long as we're this close to the coast, I've decided to head further up the coast rather than retrace my steps.  East African Exploration Journal, October 19, 1832:  [Foot, normal pace, northeast]   My expedition has marched for almost a month now through coastal veldt terrain.  We're now at a point due west of Zanzibar island.  I'll try to head west from here into the unexplored regions.  We've asked about my wife's expedition but no one in this area has heard of them.  I'm getting worried.  Another 8 rations were used in the last month to feed my large group, but we would have used much more if the hunting had not been decent.  I'm dismissing one of my bearers to help avoid excess food usage.  I still have 16 bearers and a total expedition size of 31, counting myself.

Brian 20: [Foot, normal pace, west]  East African Exploration Journal, November 1st, 1832:  Our expedition is making good progress to the west.  The terrain is still veldt, with no sign of a river.  East African Exploration Journal, November 10th, 1832:    [Native tribe T25 encountered.  Size = Medium. Policy = 5. Natives roll 4 = Ambush!  Result = 8 = Brian is defeated!  Roll 6 = Explorer escapes alone with his musket.I'm lucky to be writing this.  My expedition was ambushed by a native tribe on the veldt.  We fought furiously but they outnumbered us and they just kept coming even though many of them were killed.  Spears flew among us and I watched my men falling quickly.  Many bearers fled but they were unable to get away, although miraculously I somehow survived the slaughter and got through their ranks.  I can't believe I'm alive but I don't feel safe.  I've been running hell-bent toward the ocean, but I still feel as if they are following and tracking me.  All I have is my musket.  I know of no other survivors.  East African Exploration Journal, November 14th, 1832:  I think I managed to get away safely.  I finally had to use my musket to kill some meat, but I think I have a chance to reach Zanzibar safely.  I could just cry.  My great expedition, so well-armed and provisioned, is but a memory.  All gone.  I have nothing.  Nothing.  Wait, I have 3 rations cached down south aways.  But what can I do alone with a musket and 3 rations?  I need to think....

Brian 21: [Foot, normal pace, two hexes south]  East African Exploration Journal, November 17th, 1832:  I have been wandering eastward closer to the coast for the past few days but now I have decided to explore a bit longer.  So I'll head south to my cache that we fortuitously had to drop off when we had left Kilwa.  East African Exploration Journal, December 25th, 1832:  Well, Merry Christmas to me!  I found my cache and fortunately it was intact.  I now have picked up 3 rations for emergencies.  Moreover, I found enough fresh food to keep me fed without using my rations for now.  So I'm figuring that I can do a bit more exploring until my rations get down to one.  I also had better not get too far from port for when that occasion comes, and I probably will be better off staying away from the natives, if I can.

Brian 22: [Foot, normal pace, west]  East African Exploration Journal, January 15th, 1833:  For three weeks I've been trying to make my way west into some unexplored territory, but with overcast skies and the loss of my compass, plus trying to avoid hyenas, lions, and what-not, I've managed to get lost and go nowhere.  Rats!  I've been able to hunt and get by without using up rations, so at least that is good.

Brian 23: [Foot, normal pace, west]  East African Exploration Journal, February 13th, 1833:  Now we're getting somewhere.  I have managed to proceed westward into more veldt country.  So far no major rivers have been found but no natives either, which suits me.  I still haven't had to dip into my precious few rations.

Brian 24: [Foot, normal pace, southwest]  East African Exploration Journal, February 20th, 1833:  I've decided to head southwest, so that I'll be due west of Kilwa.  Perhaps my dear Carrie came this way on her expedition.  I certainly hope she didn't run into the unfriendly tribes that I encountered further north.  So far I have not encountered any new natives.  The terrain continues to be veldt.   East African Exploration Journal, March 2nd, 1833:  At last I have a river to follow!  It begins here in the veldt as several small streams coalescing into a river heading southwest.  I've decided to follow it for awhile, since the hunting should be better.  East African Exploration Journal, March 20th, 1833:  The hunting has been adequate for my needs in this region.  My river still courses through the veldt in a southwestern direction.  No natives were encountered, thankfully.  But there has also been no sign that Carrie's expedition ever came this way, although after so long the signs could have disappeared by now.

Brian 25: [Foot, normal pace, southwest]  East African Exploration Journal, April 23th, 1833:  I've been living off the land as the river I'm following headed first southwest and then abruptly turned northwest.  The terrain is now jungle, so the going is much slower than on the more open veldt.  Hunting has been excellent, so I'm doing okay.  I'm still close enough to the coast that I could hoof it back to Kilwa if need be.  It's a bit lonely out here, and I still have seen no sign that Carrie's expedition passed this way.  But, my solitary explorations are at least giving me a little bit more to report when I return to Europe.

Brian 26: [Foot, normal pace, northwest]  East African Exploration Journal, May 10th, 1833:   Following the river I headed northwest for the past couple of  weeks.  Eventually the jungle gave way to veldt terrain.  The hunting has been quite good, but yesterday I saw off in the distance a native tribe.  So as to not be hunted by them, I backed away quietly and returned upstream to the jungle. [Native tribe T27 encountered. Size = small.  Policy = 2.  Roll = 6 = C = safely retreat.]    East African Exploration Journal, May 20th, 1833:   I'm back in the jungle along the river where I began almost a month ago intending to head northwest.  I need to decide where to go next.  Perhaps I'll go west a little bit more in search of traces of Carrie's expedition.

Brian 27: [Foot, normal pace, west]  East African Exploration Journal, June 20th, 1833:   Well, in this deep dark jungle I've been trying to go west but have become lost for weeks.  [There is only a 33% chance of success going west into unknown territory.] This is embarrassing.  At least I've been able to keep myself fed on the wildlife, fruits, and berries.

Brian 28: [Foot, normal pace, northeast]  East African Exploration Journal, July 27th, 1833:   I've retraced my steps back up the River Brian, as I call it.  From there I've gone further northeast into the veldt country.  Next I'll try going west, still looking for Carrie and her expedition.  Hunting has been lousy, however, and I had to use one of my three precious rations.  I'd like to discover just a little bit more before heading back to Kilwa to return home.  But if only I could find Carrie first.  Of course, Carrie might have gone back to port some other way and I wouldn't even know it yet.  She's probably wondering where I am.

Brian 29: [Foot, normal pace, west]  East African Exploration Journal, September 1st, 1833:   The Great East African Veldt continues extending westward from the coast.  Once again, in these parts north of Kilwa's latitude, there is no river in this veldt.  I've reached another 100 miles into the interior and am again about 300 miles from the coast.  The hunting has been fine and my 2 rations remain untouched.

Brian 30: [Foot, normal pace, northeast]  East African Exploration Journal, September 9th, 1833:   Today I barely made it to the safety of a tree on the veldt.  A pride of lions attacked me and then kept me treed for a long time.  I finally chased them off with a gunshot, but it was a close call.  I thought I was a goner when they first started their charge across the veldt.  Whew!!!  I believe it's time to head back for port.  I'd better get home before I get myself killed.   East African Exploration Journal, September 25th, 1833:   Today I  arrived back in the port of Kilwa with my 2 remaining rations and one musket.  Rumors had come to town that my expedition had been lost with all its members, so my appearance was a bit of a surprise for everyone and I had a lot of questions to answer about my whereabouts for the past 10 and a half months since the destruction of my expedition on November 10th of last year.  It's hard to believe I've been fending for myself alone in the wild all that time!  A British ship is in port and due to sail tomorrow, so I'll be taking passage on it to get home.  It will be good to get back to civilization for awhile.  No one hear has heard anything of Carrie's expedition.  I'm very concerned that her expedition also ran into trouble.  I wish I could have found her in my explorations.

Brian 31: [On board ship headed to England]  East African Exploration Journal, November 10, 1833:   In a week I should be back in England.  The return trip had a few storms but nothing that was serious.  I didn't even get seasick!  I'm looking forward to getting back to London.  It would be nice if Carrie was there when I arrived.

Brian 32: [In London]  East African Exploration Journal, December 9, 1833:   My arrival in London has created quite a stir.  Of course the excitement is not so much about my discoveries of mostly veldt terrain in East Africa, but rather about my survival in the wilderness for so long after the destruction of my expedition west of Zanzibar.  Everyone wants to know how I survived so long and why I kept exploring and didn't return to port.  The good news for me is that Carrie was encountered by my mother-in-law, Mary Koprivnik, who last saw her on April 30th of 1832.  It's been a year and a half since then with no word of Carrie.  According to Mary Koprivnik, Carrie's expedition was headed north from the Lost City where they had met and spent some time.  Presumably Carrie was searching for the source of the Nile.  So she would have been west of where I was exploring.  Perhaps she'll show up in Khartoum soon and achieve great renown.  In the meantime, I have received donations from a couple of  individuals intrigued by the account of my solitary exploration and my fortitude in the face of disaster.  These donations total $300 so far.  The Geographical Society of  London has even offered to pay for a free ticket to Benguela.  With so much of eastern Africa explored and my mother-in-law now exploring in southern Africa, the Society wants to see more of the west side of the continent explored.  They would still like to find a path from Benguela into the interior.  [Donations: $200, $100, "no donation", free ticket to Benguela.]  However, I have learned that Professor Steve Stroup tried exploring south of Benguela and encountered swamps and hostile natives who wrecked his expedition as they did mine.  I'm not sure if I want to go there in his footsteps.  But apparently, Steve Stroup has gone back to Africa to continue exploring the Congo River from where I left off.  I'm sure there are great discoveries to be made yet on that river.

Brian 33: [In London]   Letter to Carrie Ankenman, to be sent to Kilwa and Khartoum, 25 December 1833:  Merry Christmas, Carrie, wherever you are. I'm hoping that you will get to port soon and find this message waiting for you.  Time is going by and I'm trying to raise funds for a new expedition.  Unfortunately, no one is giving me money, despite the fact that this is the "season of giving."  I have $300 so far but have passed on the free ticket to Benguela.  I guess I'll be passing on my most recent offer as well--a free ticket to Quilimane.  I need cash first, then they can offer me free tickets!  Oh well.  I hope you are well and celebrating the holiday in some fashion....

Brian 34: [In London]   Letter to Carrie Ankenman, to be sent to Kilwa and Khartoum, 19 January 1834:  Dear Carrie, I've had to give up my free ticket to Quilimane but hallelujah!  I've been given a donation of $500.  So I now have $800.  I'm getting closer to being able to return to Africa....

Brian 35: [In London]   Private Journal, 24 February 1834: I've received another $100 in donations, bringing my current total up to $900.  What I need now is a free ticket to Africa, especially to a place I'd like to go.

Brian 36: [In London]   Private Journal, 20 March 1834:   Fantastic!  I've received a $500 donation, bringing me up to $1400 in donations.  Now, if someone would just give me a free ticket!

Brian 37: [In London]   Private Journal, 16 April 1834:   Great!   I've received another $200 donation.  So now I have $1600.

Brian 38: [In Durban]   Private Journal, 18 April 1834:   Although I have no free tickets I'm going to head back to Africa tomorrow and use some of that $1600 to get there.  My destination will be Durban and I have an ambitious mounted expedition in mind.   Private Journal, 7 June 1834:    I've reached Durban in the Cape Colony and still have $1100 in cash.  Tomorrow I'll begin outfitting a mounted expedition. 

Brian 39: [Mounted, normal pace, northeast]   Private Journal, 2 July 1834:   I had quickly assembled a mounted expedition consisting of 4 askaris, 2 bearers, and 2 guides.  We rode nine horses and also had two pack horses.  In all we were traveling rather light, with 65 rations, 20 gifts, and one musket for myself.  Upon leaving Durban we headed northeast along the coastal veldt through Zululand. We then turned inland into the mountains west of Laurenco Marques for I want to create a memorable journey that does not enter a port again after leaving Durban until we reach our final destination.  But now we have resumed our northeastern bearing into the veldt country near the Limpopo River.  Hunting has been quite excellent so we did not have to dig into our rations.  I estimate that we have traveled some 400 miles now since having left Durban at about 20 miles a day.

Brian 40: [Mounted, normal pace, northeast]   Private Journal, 23 July 1834:   After crossing the Limpopo River  above the 55 ft. Digby Falls previously reported by Lisa Stroup, we at last entered fresh, unknown territory.  It continued to be veldt, but we also found the beginning of a river heading northwest.  We'll follow it for at least a little bit more and see where it appears to lead.  Hunting has been very good and we've not had to dip into our rations yet.  On one of our hunting trips, I found a lion and bagged it as a trophy.  We've saved the pelt and it is being carried on one of our pack horses.  (1 bonus point)

Brian 41: [Mounted, normal pace, northeast]   Private Journal, 25 July 1834:   Today one of my askaris was attacked by a buffalo.  Only three of us had muskets ready to try to save him.  I shot first and got a kill shot, saving the frightened askari.  My two fellow askaris missed.  Call me bwana!  Private Journal, 7 August 1834:   We've been following the river I found, which I'm calling the Zebra River.  It has changed course and is heading west now, still through veldt terrain.  No natives have been found, which is just as well.  Private Journal, 20 August 1834:   The river continued westward into a mountainous jungle before heading northwest again.  However, we encountered a large native tribe which we didn't want to mess with, so we chose a policy of retreating and got away unmolested.  So we are back in the veldt along the Zebra river and will head north again after this.  Game is plentiful and we have not had to use rations.

Brian 42: [Mounted, normal pace, northeast]   Private Journal, 22 August 1834:   Having decided not to risk native encounters by continuing to go up the Zebra River, we have turned our sights to the northeast.  We leave today for the Zambezi River.  Private Journal, 16 September 1834:   After crossing the Zambezi, we continued northeast through veldt terrain.  Eventually our expedition swung wide around the jungle/swamp to the west of Quilimane and advanced east through more of the veldt.  We are now northwest of Quilimane and I intend to head northeast from here so that I can discover what the terrain is between my current location and the Rufiji River.

Brian 43: [Mounted, normal pace, east and northeast]   Private Journal, 18 September 1834:   What a day!  Disaster plagues me!  This evening as we were making camp, a mad rhino charged into our camp and caused havoc and death.  My askaris and I grabbed our muskets and began firing.  On the first volley we wounded the beast with two hits.  This didn't stop him and the crazed rhino gored one of our guides.  Our second volley hit him with three more hits but still the beast charged.  This time he charged the askaris and killed one who couldn't get away fast enough.  So we fired again, but all missed.  The other guide was run down and killed by the rhino.  Once more we fired, missing again.  The wounded animal wouldn't give up and took out another one of my askaris as we all tried to flee out of his path.  Now there were only three of us firing and we still missed the rhino.  One of my bearers couldn't get out of the way and was killed.  Three more shots were fired by us but we were apparently getting too anxious to aim well and we three missed again.  A third askari was gored by the rhino and eventually died from his wounds.  But after losing this sixth man the rhinoceros  seemed weakened by the exertion and by the loss of blood from our five wounds in him.  The rhino turned away and left us.  Six of my eight men were dead or dying.  I had one askari and one bearer that survived the attack along with me.  We buried our dead, cached 13 rations, and let six of the 12 horses go free.  Private Journal, 25 October 1834:   I took my now much-reduced expedition and led it east and then northeast through veldt terrain about 100 miles inland from the coast.   This 400 mile journey was uneventful.  Aside from my askari and me on our mounts, we have one mounted bearer leading three pack horses loaded with our supplies and gifts.  Hunting was pathetic so we had to use three rations.

Brian 44: [Mounted, reckless pace, north and northeast]   Private Journal, 8 November 1834:   We've traveled rhrough 600 miles of veldt terrain from south of the Rufiji River to just west of Zanzibar.  The trip has been uneventful but we did have to use 3 rations.

Brian 45: [Mounted, normal pace, northwest]   Private Journal, 25 November 1834:   We tried going northwest but managed to get hopelessly lost and pretty much went nowhere fast.  Private Journal, 30 November 1834:   We've spent the last three days in the company of my dear Carrie, whom I haven't seen in over 3 and a half years!  Three days isn't long enough, but her weary expedition needs to get back to port and she needs to get back to England to report on her long list of discoveries.  It's been fantastic being with her but we must part tomorrow, once again.  It's killing me, but she needs to move on and I have to make some more discoveries with the pathetic remnant of my expedition lest I be branded a failure when I return.  Carrie has given me some clues about the terrain that lies ahead for me, so that should help. At least hunting has been very good in these parts.

Brian 46: [Mounted, normal pace, northwest]   Private Journal, 25 December 1834: We're spending Christmas in the mountain that Carrie had found in these parts northwest of Zanzibar.   Private Journal, 3 January 1835:  I have a resolution that I've made for the New Year.  Don't get lost!  We still haven't found our way out of these mountains, trying to go northwest still. We're hoping to try to pick up that Mombasa River Carrie told me about before we parted. We used one ration, but still have 45 left.  Since there are only three of us, the rations should last awhile.

Brian 47: [Mounted, normal pace, northwest]   Private Journal, 27 January 1835: We're going nowhere fast!  My bearer refuses to leave camp on this mountain because of bad omens.  This has been going on for a month.  We've used up another 1 ration but have nothing new to show for it.  My askari and I at least have stretched our legs a bit to do some hunting and exploring in this mountain, which Carrie told me she thought of calling Zanzibar Mountain.  Meanwhile, Boto the bearer sits and sulks.  He says when the omens are good he'll lead our pack animals again.  Why did I have to get stuck with such a superstitious bearer?

Brian 48: [Mounted, normal pace, northwest]   Private Journal, 5 March 1835: If it's not one thing it's another.  My bearer finally decided the omens were good, so off we went.  Unfortunately, we followed a stupid animal trail and it took us back to the coast!  I decided to head northwest from there to make some new discoveries.  We found the source of a river which, from everything Carrie told me when we met, must be the river she called the Mombasa River.  It has a cataract that consists of a stretch of shallow rapids.  No natives were found.  Hunting was great, so no rations were used.  In the veldt we found a large number of fur-bearing animals.  [3 points for finding the Fur-bearing animals.]

Brian 49: [Mounted, normal pace, west and southwest]   Private Journal, 7 April 1835: We advanced into a veldt region but encountered a small native tribe and retreated back to the source of the Mombasa.  We then headed southwest again to the Zanzibar Mountain where we hunted awhile.  One ration was used.

Brian 50: [Mounted, normal pace, west]   Private Journal, 10 April 1835: This day was a bad one.  Two horses lost their footing on Zanzibar Mountain as we tried to find a way westward.  The bearer and his own mount went over the edge and the first pack horse went with them into the abyss below.  We lost 14 rations and 8 gifts.  Knowing that my askari would desert me if I did the menial bearer work of leading the pack horses, and knowing that he wouldn't deign to lead the pack mounts himself, I dismissed him to find his way, on foot, to Zanzibar or Mombasa.  I will continue alone on my journey leading three pack mounts with 29 rations and 12 gifts plus my musket.  4 May 1835: I'm lost in Zanzibar mountain and haven't found a way west yet.

Brian 51: [Mounted, normal pace, west]   Private Journal, 11 June 1835: I'm still lost in the defiles of Zanzibar Mountain as I try to find a route to the west.

Brian 52: [Mounted, normal pace, west]   Private Journal, 11 July 1835: What a birthday!  I finally get out of the mountains and go down into the veldt.  Then I discover a native tribe which I dare not risk encountering.  So I had to retreat back into the mountains.  Bah!  At least the hunting is good.

Brian 53: [Mounted, normal pace, northeast and west]   Private Journal, 10 August 1835: I decided that with the way west blocked by natives for hundreds of miles, I would go north and try to get around them.  So I headed back to the source of the Mombasa River which I had visited before.  Hunting remains good so I used no rations.

Brian 54: [Mounted, normal pace, northeast and west]   Private Journal, 27 September 1835:   Following the Mombasa River somewhat recklessly, I managed to traverse some 200 miles through veldt terrain.   Hunting was good enough that no supplies had to be used.

Brian 55: [Mounted, normal pace, northwest]   Private Journal, 20 October 1835:  With high hopes I planned to head northwest from the Mombasa River.  But two of my animals and I myself got bit by tsetse flies and suffered from sleeping sickness.  So we went nowhere in the last month while I slowly recovered.  One of my horses perished but the other sick one recovered, as did I.  I used up one ration.

Brian 56: [Mounted, normal pace, northwest]   Private Journal, 28 November 1835:  Leaving the Mombasa River, I headed northwest and came to another river in the veldt terrain.  The river came in from the northeast where I saw mountains in the distance.  I decided to follow it to the northwest, downstream, since that was the way I wished to go.  Perhaps this new river was a source of the Nile?  With two pack horses following me on my trusty mount, I  found myself at the camp of Doctor Judy Jerkich today.  We sat around and chewed the fat together.  We were both headed in the same direction but being mounted I could travel faster and had caught up to her.  We're both wondering where this river will lead.  Unfortunately for me, I can't deal with natives since I'm by myself, so that could slow me down in the race to find the source of the Nile.

Brian 57: [Mounted, normal pace, west]   Private Journal, 28 December 1835:  Since Doctor Judy went northwest, I decided to try going west.  However, I got lost and went nowhere.  At least the hunting keeps me fed with fresh meat.

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Steve - Red - Zoologist - 1. Laurenco Marques, 2. Benguela, 3. Luanda

Steve 1: Journal entry, February 25, 1831.  With permits in hand, my wife Lisa and I found the outfitters and proceeded to put together the men and supplies of two very fine expeditions.  Lisa's canoes are large and sturdy and should hold up well.  My own gang of bearers and askaris claims to be quite experienced.  We shall find out soon enough....

Steve 2:  [Foot, reckless] Journal entry, March 26, 1831.  We have made camp along the Orange River tonight in the mountains northwest of Durban.  By my reckoning we have traversed about 430 miles to this point, taking a route along the northernmost mountains known to Europeans in this area.  Tomorrow we head west into uncharted lands, although we know the Vaal river is about 175 miles further west of us.  The bearers have held up well.  Here in the Cape Colony there is no shortage of fresh food so we haven't had to use rations yet.

Steve 3:  [Foot, normal pace] Journal entry, March 26, 1831.  Our expedition left the Orange River on March 27 and we headed west into unknown territory.  The terrain continued to be mountainous, slowing our progress at first.  However we also found an area of small lakes whose various streams came together to form the beginning of a river that heads northeast.  We've started to follow it to see where it goes.  Perhaps it is the headwaters of the Limpopo River that my wife is exploring by canoe?  Time will tell, but that would be a wonderful turn of events.  No native tribes have been found in this area.  However, the hunting along the river has been very profitable, for we acquired enough food to feed the expedition without resorting to our rations. 

Steve 4:  [Foot, normal pace] Journal entry, March 27, 1831.  Just as we were getting ready to follow our newly found river downstream, my guide informed me that in checking our supplies he discovered that we had been cheated by a sharp outfitter.  Twenty of our rations are inedible and must be discarded.  When I return to Laurenco Marques, there is definitely going to be a reckoning!  Journal entry, April 30, 1831.  We journeyed down our river, which my guide has suggested we call the Stroup River until we should discover that it is one of the known rivers that reach the coast.  The terrain remains mountainous, and some 90 miles into the journey we found a cataract.  One of the mountains is exceptionally high.  We spent some time climbing it and find it to be 17, 400 feet in height.  It's the tallest mountain in Africa as far as we can tell.  Our latest discovery was made just today. We have found a medium-sized native tribe barring our way.  [Native tribe T04 discovered.  Size = Medium (die roll = 4). Policy = #6.  Natives roll 11 = Charge.  Result = 4 = Expedition wins battle.  Askari losses = roll of 9 = 2 askaris lost; roll 10 = 6 natives captured.]  Despite our show of strength along with our open and friendly manner, the natives attacked us.  We had no choice but to defend ourselves.  Our muskets prevailed but not before 2 of our askaris had been fatally felled by native spears.  We captured 6 of the natives.  Journal entry, May 2, 1831.  After traveling two more days downriver with our captives as hostages, we finally let them go and also sent home two of our bearers.  We now have 24 members in our expedition.  Hunting continues to be very good.  Only 3 more rations have been used, leaving us with 117 remaining.  As we traveled along the last two weeks, we have often seen a small antelope which inhabits rocky hills and mountains.  The Dutch word for rock which the Afrikaans use is klip, so we call this a  Klipspringer (oreotragus oreotragus) [6 bonus points] because it is very sure-footed and fleet on rocky terrain.  We are bringing back a pelt as a specimen.

Steve 5:  [Foot, normal pace] Journal entry, May 24, 1831:  We've been continuing our trek down the course of the Stroup River.  The mountainous terrain continues and we have found another especially high mountain which I've named Mount Stroup.  Our best estimate is that it is 19,200 feet high, making it higher than our previous notable mountain.  So this is our candidate now for the tallest mountain ever found in Africa.  The Stroup River has turned westward and in following it we came to a gorge with a long stretch of rapids, making this the second cataract we've found on this river.  [Native tribe T07 discovered.  Size = Small (die roll = 1). Policy = 5. Natives roll 3 = Ambush!  Result = 8 = Expedition is defeated.  Roll 5 = Explorer is captured and held prisoner.]   Journal entry, 29 May 1831:  I'm secretly writing this as I'm held prisoner.  We encountered a native tribe and tried to approach them with a show of strength yet in an open and encouraging manner.  They didn't respond, backed off, and melted away.  Later in the day as we tried to make our way through a narrow defile those same natives ambushed us.  We tried to put up a fight but it was hopeless.  I don't know how many men our expedition lost but those of us who were taken prisoner were carried off to their village.  I was then placed in a guarded hut, alone.  I don't know what became of the rest of my men or our supplies.  I hope they don't find my journal that I keep in an inner pocket.  I hope I can somehow escape....

Steve 6:  [Prisoner with Tribe #07]  Journal entry, 30 June 1831:  I've been a prisoner over a month with this native tribe that defeated us.  I'm beginning to learn their language.  They appear to call themselves the Wohismee.  They are forcing me to work for them under armed guard.  I've tried to find ways to escape but so far, no luck.  I have no choice but to keep trying.  I wonder how Lisa is faring.  I wouldn't mind being rescued by her now!

Steve 7:  [Prisoner with Tribe #07]  Journal entry, 29 July 1831:  I've been wondering how my dear Lisa is faring on her Zambezi expedition.  At least it can't be worse than my situation.  I've tried to escape from the Wohismee but have only received beatings for my trouble.  This is the worst thing that ever happened to me.  I'm a virtual slave to this tribe.  Woe is me!

Steve 8:  [Prisoner with Tribe #07]  Journal entry, 9 September 1831:  A week ago my captors beat me severely for another one of my escape attempts.  Since then I had been pretending to be ill and weak from the beating I took.  Well, I fooled them!  The Wohismee didn't expect me to make another escape attempt so soon, especially in my apparently weak condition.  So while they were carelessly neglecting to keep me well guarded during a boisterous evening festival, I managed to cut a hole in my hut and escape out the back into the brush.  I raided another hut before I left their village and found a bonanza: a musket with powder and ammunition, plus 9 rations.  When the natives find me gone they will surely hunt me down.  However, they will probably expect me to head southeast back to the Cape Colony, from the direction in which I came.  Rather, since I have nothing more to lose except for my life, I will head west, down river, instead of southeast.  I will continue my expedition alone, and see what I find.  With any luck, I'll live to tell quite an adventure story.  People may say I'm crazy to do this, but I say, call me bwana!

Steve 9:  [Foot, normal pace]  Journal entry, 2 October 1831:  I'm finding that I can make good speed traveling on my own.  I have been following the Stroup River downstream through mountainous terrain.  Although this river originally seemed to be heading west, now it is clearly flowing in a northwestern direction.  So far, I am obtaining about twice as much food as I need from my hunting.  No new natives have been found, which delights me greatly.

Steve 10:  [Foot, normal pace]  Journal entry, 24 October 1831:  These cold mountain nights have now given me the chills.  I've been getting sicker and sicker, although I have no knowledge what is causing my ailment.  I've made little progress.  I'm just not up to it.  Journal entry, 22 November 1831:  I've been terribly sick.  To make it worse, a large tribe of natives came into the area in which I've been camped.  They found me and captured me easily since I could not put up any resistance.  [Native tribe T13 encountered.  Size = Large. Policy = 5. Natives roll 8 = Charge!  Result = 4 = Steve is defeated.  Roll 8 = Explorer escapes with his musket and 9 rations.However, as sick as I was, they failed to carefully guard me.  So I got away with my belongings (9 rations and a musket.) and hid out in a small cave I had found.  I had to use one of my rations because I wasn't able to hunt.  But at last I appear to be recovering and am getting stronger.

Steve 11:  [Foot, normal pace]  Journal entry, 24 December 1831:  I attempted to progress downstream but I have been thwarted by an unsurpassable obstacle.  It is a large lake, which I will call Lake Stroup, although it remains to be seen whether anyone will ever hear of my discovery and my name for it.  I have been hiding out, hoping to avoid contact with any natives, but that is an unlikely prospect.  Woe is me.  What a place to be on Christmas Eve!  Well, there's no going forward.  I'll have to make up my mind to go either northeast, west, or south.  If I go south, and survive for a month or more, I have a chance of reaching the safety of the Cape Colony.  But will I even survive for long here in these mountains?  [Native tribe T13 encountered.  Size = Large. Policy = 5. Natives roll 8 = Charge!  Result = 6 = Steve is defeated.  Roll 9 = Explorer escapes with his musket and 8 rations.]   Journal entry, 18 January 1832:  The natives from the same tribe that previously had captured me when I was sick found me again but when they charged I ran like I had never run before.  Somehow, I managed to escape with my musket and 8 rations.  I'm glad of it.  But now I really must decide my next course of action.  Northeast, west, southwest, or southeast?  Or, do I head east to chance the natives that previously held me captive for months?  Decisions, decisions....  At least the hunting has been excellent.

Steve 12:  [Foot, normal pace]  Journal entry, 27 February 1832:  I decided to head southeast, hoping to find the Vaal River which would lead me south to the safety of the Cape Colony.  The mountainous terrain continued but soon jungle growth appeared and I had to cut my way through dense undergrowth as my trek continued.  Eventually I did find a river.  It came from the west but soon turned southwest, giving me confidence that this was the Vaal River.  Perhaps someday I'll return to search for the source of the Vaal.  Perhaps it is in that lake I encountered previously.  Journal entry, 5 March 1832:  [Native tribe T15 encountered.  Size = Small (die roll 1). Policy = 5. Natives roll 4 = Ambush!  Result = 9 = Steve is defeated.  Roll 7 = Explorer escapes with his musket and 8 rations.I was ambushed by a small tribe today.  Clearly they had no intention of befriending me.  I dove into the water of the river and let the current carry me downstream and out of range of them.  But they launched many a spear after me.  I was lucky not to be hit.  So once again I escaped with my life.  The natives in this part of Africa have been my bane!  So far I have been finding enough food to keep myself alive, and I still have my rations, just in case.  Journal entry, 7 March 1832:  Today I discovered a new species of toad, which I am calling the Cape Mountain Toad (capensibufo rosei) [gains 4 points].  I collected some specimens to take back to Europe with me.  I still wish I had my Klipspringer pelt.

Steve 13:  [Foot, reckless pace]  Journal entry, 7 April 1832:  What an adventure I've had!  Who will believe it?  I wonder how my dear wife is doing not having known what became of me.  I lost my entire expedition in those mountain north of the Vaal River.  It still troubles me to think about it.  I'm amazed to be alive myself!  At any rate, I left the Vaal and  made my way to the mountain vales that contained the source of the Stroup River. From there I trekked east to the Orange River and then crossed southeast into the Cape colony, heading in the general direction of Durban.  Once in the Cape Colony the local settlers took me in and fed me along my route.  I returned their kindness by regaling them with my adventures.  They were all anxious to see my Cape Mountain Toad specimens.

Steve 14:  [Foot, reckless pace]  Journal entry, 29 April 1832:  I'm back!  I've reached Laurenco Marques after a rapid trek through the coastal veldt of Zululand.  Fresh food was plentiful along the way.  I now find that Lisa has left me scads of letters to read.  They tell me that she has been back to England and has come back here to launch another expedition in the Limpopo region.  I need to decide whether to go in search of her or to head back to England to publish my discoveries and then come back.  But I may not get to return to this area if donations are poor and I don't get the right kind of free ticket donated to me.  So it could be a long time before I see Lisa again.  I wonder how far she has gone already?  Do I dare go after her alone?  I am unable to hire a new expedition at this point.  Would she appreciate it if I got killed trying to find her after all I've been through already?  Decisions, decisions....

Steve 15:  Journal entry, 10 May 1832:  What a relief it is to be on board the H.M.S. Phoenix.  I feel that it's name relates to my life, for I was a doomed captive among the Wohismee but somehow, just as the phoenix of legend, I have come back to life, ready for a new fresh start. After weighing my options, returning as soon as possible to England appeared to be my best course of action. Fortunately, one of my traveling companions is Doctor Judy Jerkich, my fellow member of the Geographical Society of London.  She has made great strides in learning the course of the Zambezi River over the past year or so.  Moreover, she became friendly with both tribes that she met on her journey.  That's quite a different course of events than I experienced among the savages of the mountains in the south.  At any event, it is nice to compare notes with a fellow traveler as we keep each other entertained with our adventures during our long trip home.

Steve 16:  Times of London, 3 July 1832:  At the meeting of the Geographical Society of London which was held yesterday afternoon, Professor Steve Stroup, a zoologist, told the members about his extraordinary and fantastic adventures in the mountains north of the Orange River.  He has discovered a new river which he named the Stroup River.  He followed its westward course through the mountains as it curved around the Vaal River.  After defeating the first native tribe his expedition encountered, Steve Stroup's expedition met utter defeat at the hands of the Wohismee tribe and he was held captive for over 3 months in the summer of 1831.  After managing to escape alone with a musket and a few rations, he continued westward until the Stroup River emptied into a lake.  Professor Stroup was taken ill with chills, was captured by another tribe, and again he escaped.  He managed to elude the same tribe again.  Then he turned southeast and found the place where the Vaal River turns west in its course.  Yet another tribe tried to capture him but he eluded their ambush.  From that place he returned via the Cape Colony to Laurenco Marques, from which port he has returned to England.  Professor Stroup claims to have found the two highest known mountains in all of Africa.  One, which he has called Mount Lisa in honor of his wife, is 17,400 feet high.  It is about 125 miles west of the source of the Orange River.  Another 100 miles to the northwest is the mighty 19,000 ft. peak which Professor Stroup named Mount Woe, for it was on the flank of this mountain that the Wohismee tribe captured him after destroying his expedition.  Professor Stroup plans to write a book about his adventures titled The Perils of Steve Stroup in the Wilds of Africa.  In it he will also discuss his zoological study of the region.  He brought back sample specimens of the Cape Mountain Toad, a new amphibian species, but he lamented his failure to bring back the pelt of the small Klipspringer antelope that he claims to have found.  Professor Stroup has already attracted many donations for a return trip to Africa.

Steve 17:  {On board the Dancing Mermaid at sea] Journal entry, 19 August 1832:  I have been at sea for many a day now since my friend, Doctor Judy Jerkich, the medicine woman of the Zambezi, boarded ship with me in London for our second trip to Africa.  We've had many pleasant days on board ship talking about our adventures and planning our new expeditions.  Yesterday, however, she was put ashore at Brass in the Niger River's delta region to organize her canoe expedition up the Niger to the Benue River.  By the end of the month I will be in Benguela in the Portuguese Colony of Angola, organizing an expedition with the $1200 that I received in donations. [Donations:  $300 + $200 + $200 + $200 + $200 + $100 = $1200.  (Also got one 'No donation' and the free ticket to Benguela.)]

Steve 18:  [In Benguela, Angola] Journal entry, 27 August 1832: My expedition is formed and I have received my permits from the Portuguese colonial officers.  I have 33 men and women (some women serve as bearers) to travel with me to the Cunene River and then head onward into unexplored Africa.  The Cunene is one of the few perennial rivers in Angola, but it's course is only known for some 150 miles inland.  We should shed a little more light on the Cunene by the time we have completed our expedition.  Tomorrow we set out from Benguela, a very old Portuguese colonial city founded in 1617.  Portugal controls the entire coastal region between the Congo and the Cunene Rivers.  This province is called Angola.  Its main source of income until 1830 was the slave trade across the Atlantic, chiefly with the Portuguese colony of Brazil.  Now slaving is banned, but it is estimated that some 2 million slaves were sold through Angola over the past centuries.  Journal entry, 25 September 1832: [Foot, reckless, south]  Our expedition has moved at a fast pace and managed to reach the Cunene River by an overland trek in one month's time.  The dense thorn scrub caused the most delay.  The coastal terrain south from Benguela is generally flat with occasional cliffs composed of red sandstone.  Angola's coastal plain extends perhaps 30 to 100 miles inland before it gives way to a terraced plateau dominated by jungle growth.  By heading south to the Cunene we are skirting this jungle and will eventually penetrate inland along the river, at least for awhile.  We have been fortunate with our hunting and have not had to break into our rations yet.

Steve 19:  [Foot, normal pace, east] Journal entry, 29 September 1832:  Well, I have one less askari now.  Gokulu apparently could not swim.  He fell into the Cunene and drowned this morning.  So we are down to nine askaris.  Journal entry, 7 October 1832:  More bad luck!  The Cunene River has lost itself in a swampy quagmire that we will explore for awhile. However, I don't think we'll go forward from here since we are too likely to get lost.  I'm very glad that I didn't choose to make this an expedition by canoe since it would have not gone far before being swallowed up by the swamp.  No wonder the Cunene has not been followed to its source!  Journal entry, 22 October 1832:  Today we encountered natives.  They are a not a large tribe, but not small either.  [Native tribe T21 encountered. Size = medium.  Policy = 6.  Natives roll 8 = Charge.  Roll 10 = natives hide.With some trepidation, recalling my earlier native experiences, we approached them in a friendly manner but clearly with our muskets visible.  We must have intimidated them because the natives hid.  So, we are moving on, but since we won't be able to barter for a local guide, we won't be able to get easily through the swamp.  I'm going to have to turn back and try another route around this swamp.  In the meantime, although we've had some hunting success, we've had to use 12 rations.

Steve 20:  [Foot, cautious pace, west] Journal entry, 19 November 1832:  We finally extricated ourselves from the swamp and headed back down the Cunene into the veldt.  There we have set up camp while we prepare to make a foray to the southeast to try to find a way around the swamp.  Hunting has been about average this time and we've had to use up 12 rations to supplement what my askaris and I could find.  Two bearers have been discharged home since they weren't needed any more and would be less mouths to feed.

Steve 21:  [Foot, normal pace, southeast] Journal entry, 28 November 1832:  Not again!  We headed southeast and found more swamp. We'll try exploring a bit but I'll probably be turning back again, just as last time. Journal entry, 3 December 1832:   [Native tribe T25 encountered.  Size = Large.]  A large native tribe was found in this swamp.  I'm wondering whether to retreat now and avoid risks or to stay and see if we can become friends.  Decisions, decisions....  Journal entry, 4 December 1832:   [Native Policy = 5. Natives roll 11 = Charge!  Result = 9 = Steve is defeated!  Roll 8 = Explorer escapes with musket, nine rations, and one member.Instead of retreating, I chose to try to be friendly with the natives.  Mistake!  They charged us and it became every man for himself in the melee that followed.  Although I managed to escape with one bearer carrying 9 rations and my musket, my great expedition is now in ruins.  Woe is me!  Journal entry, 24 December 1832:  What a christmas present I've given myself!  I managed to lose my expedition to a large native tribe and have been wandering this infernal swamp since the 4th of December, trying to avoid any natives and to get back to the Cunene River.  I now have to decide whether to stay in Africa and go it alone with one bearer or to head back to England to beg for more donations to try again.  Hunting has been good enough to keep my bearer, Wango, and me fed.  In addition, I have discovered a new bird here in the swamp.  I call it the Shoebill stork (Balaenicups rex).  It is a large stork with a heavy beak that can dig lung fish and other animals out of the mud of the swamp for its food.  [Bonus points = 2]

Steve 22:  [Foot, reckless pace, north] Journal entry, 23 January 1833:  Benguela at last!  Wango and I have been hoofing it north for weeks since our disaster in the swamps south of the Cunene River.  We have retraced our steps to Benguela, using only one ration along the way.  So here we are, back in port, and I'm going to take the first ship back to England.  I'll try to raise funds for a new expedition, although getting donations probably will be slower since this expedition was such a relative failure.  But I'm safe for the moment, and Wango has gone on home--the only other survivor of my once large expedition.

Steve 23:  [On board ship] Journal entry, 31 January 1833:  Today I left the port of Benguela on a Portuguese ship, headed back to Lisbon, Portugal, from whence I plan to board a merchant ship sailing for England.  My latest discoveries include two swamps and two native tribes, neither of which proved to be friendly.  After my experiences in Angola, I would say that this is not a very promising place from which to begin an expedition, unless perhaps one plans to revisit the Congo and follow it further upstream.

Steve 24:  [In Portugal] Journal entry, 7 March 1833:  I'm now in Lisbon, Portugal, awaiting a ship to take me home to England.  I keep wondering what has become of my wife Lisa on her current expedition.  Is she finding lots of botanical specimens?  I hope she hasn't fared as poorly as my expedition did.  Journal entry, 10 March 1833:  [At sea, on ship]  The last leg home has begun.  We have good winds behind us driving us to the north from Lisbon, headed back to London.  Journal entry, 30 March 1833: [London] I arrived in London early this morning.  It's good to be back in comfortable surroundings, although it won't be comfortable tomorrow when I report to the Society how my expedition ended so ignobly.  Journal entry, 31 March 1833:  Things didn't go as badly as I feared at my presentation before the membership of the Geographical Society of London.  Quite a few members were glad that I had safely come back alive.  Others were glad to hear my report on the Cunene River.  At least they know not to send a major canoe expedition that way in the future.  Unlike, last time however, there was no rush to encourage me to start another expedition.  However, I did get one donation toward a new expedition from Sir Henry, my staunchest supporter.  He gave me $500.  A newspaper publisher also offered me a free ticket to Brass so that I could find out what became of the expedition organized by Doctor Judy Jerkich last August and to learn what became of Richard Lander's latest expedition there to the Niger River. [Donation draws: $500; No donation; Free ticket to Brass.]

Steve 25:  [In London] Journal entry, 15 April 1833:  I have rejected the free ticket to Brass and am trying to drum up more donations.  Mr. Hightower of the Bank of London has donated $100, so now I have $600 in available funds.  No word has come from my wife or any of our colleagues who are exploring Africa.  I'm always wondering what became of everyone.

Steve 26:  [In London] Journal entry, 19 May 1833:  No new donations of money have come in but the same newspaper publisher who wanted to send me off to Brass now is offering a free ticket to Kilwa so that I can go off to learn what has become of the expeditions of Carrie Ankenman and Brian Ankenman.  No one has heard from Carrie Ankenman since she set off to explore the interior west of Kilwa in late February of 1831.  That's over two years ago!  Many people doubt that she is still alive.  Brian Ankenman went to Kilwa in July of 1832 and he also has not been heard of, although there are rumors that his expedition ran into trouble with natives.  However, were I to go where other explorers already have gone, it would be better to go in search of Lisa.

Steve 27:  [In London] Journal entry, 26 June 1833:  I've passed on the free ticket to Kilwa.  In the meantime, I've received a generous donation of $200.  This gives me $800 toward another expedition.

Steve 28:  [In London] Journal entry, 4 July 1833:  Donations continue to trickle in.  I have been given another $50 in donations.  So now I have $850.

Steve 29:  [In London] Journal entry, 7 August 1833:  Those who are supporting me with donations for another expedition have encouraged their friends to help too.  I have received another $100.  Now I would like to get free passage back to Africa.

Steve 30:  [In London] Journal entry, 14 September 1833:  I've received another $200 donation but some of my backers are getting restless now.  They want me to sail soon for Africa.  I could still use a free ticket!

Steve 31:  [In London] Journal entry, 19 October 1833:  I've lost my $50 donation offer since I hadn't used it soon enough, in the donor's opinion.  That has left me with $1100 remaining in donations.  However, I have now been offered a free ticket to Luanda.  This is the other major port in Angola, some 200 miles north of my previous embarkation point of Benguela.  I could continue the Congo River exploration from there, or perhaps go further up the coast to explore the Ogoue River in Gabon.  Or, I could simply walk east into the jungle and try to break through the tangle to find what's out there.  If I don't use this ticket, who knows how long it will be before I get another ticket offer.  In the meantime, I also could lose some more valuable donations.  Decisions, decisions....

Steve 32:  [In Luanda, Angola] Journal entry, 15 December 1833:  Having accepted my free ticket opportunity, I've returned now to Angola in Africa and have just today arrived in the port of Luanda.  I will be outfitting a canoe expedition which will take me up the Congo to explore beyond where the explorer Brian Ankenman has gone.  At least I am well informed on what Brian discovered on his journeys, so I can travel more swiftly to reach the point at which new discoveries can be made.  I have sent letters on to Laurenco Marques in case Lisa returns there so that she'll know where I am and what I've been doing.  I haven't seen her in ages.  I wonder what she's been finding.

Steve 33:  [Canoe, normal  pace, along coast to Congo River.] Journal entry, 7 January 1834:  I've outfitted a canoe expedition but have hired three guides as insurance.  We've managed to reach the mouth of the Congo River, but are resting now before heading upstream.  Each portage around cataracts will take two trips to convey our supplies and the large heavy canoes.  Because of the portages, it's going to take us another two to three months to reach the furthest point that Brian Ankenman reached in his exploration of the Congo River. meanwhile, hunting along the coast has not been fruitful.  We had to use 12 rations.

Steve 34:  [Canoe, normal  pace, paddling up the Congo River.] Journal entry, 30 January 1834:  We're making good progress.  We portaged around Tuckey's Falls and then progressed further up the Congo River, passing the fork that leads northwest to the jungle swamp.  We're following the main channel.  Hunting has been excellent and we've only had to use 7 rations.  However, in the course of hunting, one askari accidentally got in the line of fire and was killed by another askari.  So we only have 5 askaris now.

Steve 35:  [Canoe, normal  pace, paddling up the Congo River.] Journal entry, 18 February 1834:  Unbelievable!  Ankenman Falls were every bit as spectacular as Brian Ankenman had described them.  It took us two weeks to portage around them and reach the top of these 1700 foot falls.  Can there be any falls more spectacular than these in all of Africa?  Journal entry, 3 March 1834:  We finally reached the end of the jungle and came out in the veldt lands where the small Konga tribe dwells.  Brian Ankenman had become friendly with them and we wondered how they would treat us.  Fortunately, we were able to make friends with them by offering them 10 gifts.  They have been having a feast in our honor for the past couple of days.

Steve 36:  [Canoe, normal  pace, paddling up the Congo River.] Journal entry, 30 March 1834:  We've made it at last!  paddling up the Congo we came to brian's Falls, a 75-foot waterfall that brian Ankenman had described in his journeys.  Not too many days after that the Congo turned southwest.  Now we've come to the furthest point reached by Brian on the Congo River, so we will at last begin making new discoveries when we begin to proceed upstream from here.  We've had to use another 13 rations, but hunting has been reasonably good.

Steve 37:  [Canoe, normal  pace, paddling up the Congo River.] Journal entry, 18 April 1834:  Our lead guide followed the wrong river branch and we ended up mucking about in side channels of the Congo and got lost.  One day we found that our lead guide had deserted us.  Eventually we made our way back to our starting point, having accomplished next to nothing.  We've used up another 12 rations in useless wandering.  I've got 81 rations left.

Steve 38:  [Canoe, normal  pace, paddling up the Congo River.] Journal entry, 4 May 1834:  Our expedition found the main trail and we've been paddling up the Congo.  The river has now gone back into jungle terrain.  No cataracts have been found.  So far so good.  Journal entry, 7 May 1834:  I'm a walking disaster.  It's a wonder that anyone will go on expeditions with me.  The ignorance of the natives about my past journeys must have something to do with it.  All had seemed well until we encountered a native tribe.  We paddled to shore to offer gifts but they charged us when we got near.  My expedition was overwhelmed and the canoes were overturned.  Quickly grabbing my musket and nine rations floating by, I swam to the opposite shore on the south side of the river.  I seem to be the only one of my expedition to have got away from that tribe.  I guess I'll head back to the friendly Konga tribe and figure out what to do next.  I just can't believe my constant wretched luck!  At least here in the jungle near the river food is plentiful.

Steve 39:  [Foot, normal  pace, northwest.] Journal entry, 6 June 1834: I've been with the friendly Konga tribe now for a week after having made my way northwest through the jungle back into their village on the edge of the veldt.  Having decided that I don't want to return to port with barely any more knowledge of this continent having been acquired, I will attempt to explore by myself more of the river that Brian Ankenman had found some 200 miles northeast of here.  That river appeared to be heading west so it should lie somewhere northeast of the Konga village.  Tomorrow I'll try to leave for there.

Steve 40:  [Foot, normal  pace, northeast.] Journal entry, 12 June 1834:   This morning I was bathing in the Congo River prior to setting out on my private expedition to the northeast.  I suddenly realized the crocodile I had observed earlier on a sandbank sunning himself was not to be seen and managed to get out of the water just in the nick of time to avoid becoming his meal.  His jaws snapped shut the moment I leapt back ashore and ran for my life.  That was close! The Konga villagers were amused when I came back holding a big fig leaf in front of me.  Journal entry, 1 July 1834: I've crossed the veldt northeast of the Konga village and have found the westward-flowing river described previously by Brian Ankenman.   Although he had found the source of this river, I have also found another major branch flowing into it from the north.  That northern branch may even be the main channel of this river.  Journal entry, 6 July 1834: Continuing west, downstream, I was ambushed by a large tribe of fierce natives.  I fired off one shot of my musket but that appears to have scared them and they ran off and hid.  I made my way further west to get out of their territory as fast as I could.  Journal entry, 15 July 1834: I've been able to feed myself without using rations, which is fine since I had to cache 2 rations in order to be able to carry the pelt of a a new antelope that I found and am calling a dik-dik (Madoqua philippsi) after the warning sound the females make to the herd when danger approaches.  The dik-dik is a tiny antelope, only about 12 to 16 inches high at the shoulder, perhaps 2 ft. long or so, and weighing about 7 to 16 pounds.  The females are a bit larger than the males who have short, 3 inch long horns.  These animals are mostly tan with greyish-brown backs.  They appear to prefer rocky streambed areas where there are bushes for cover and the grass isn't too long for them to see over.  Dik-diks apparently get the water they need from the plant life they eat since I never see them drinking, even in the hottest weather, which they tolerate very well.  This has been an interesting find.  (4 bonus points)

Steve 41:  [Foot, normal  pace, west.] Journal entry, 19 July 1834:   As I was hiking along westward beside the river, I encountered a pride of lions.  Yikes!  I scrambled up a tree and that's all that saved me.  I would have been dead meat otherwise.  For two days they kept me confined to my tree haven, but finally other game came along and they follwed it.  Whew.  This was not fun!  I think I should call this river the Lion River, to remind me to watch out for myself out here alone in the veldt.  Journal entry, 14 August 1834:   The Lion River meanders its way through the veldt but has definitely turned to the southwest.  Perhaps it feeds into that jungle swamp that Brian Ankenman had found north of the Congo River at its first fork.  This could be an important discovery if it does.  Otherwise, it may be part of the Ogue system, which would also be valuable to know.  No natives have been found, which is great.  Hunting is excellent here.  I've also found another new animal which I'm calling the oribi (Ourebia ourebia).  This is another small antelope that likes dry shrubby areas.  These animals are bigger than the dik-dik but still small.  Their shoulder height is around 20 to 26 inches and they may be around 3 feet in length, with long slender necks.  They weigh about 26 to 49 pounds and can run at speeds of probably 40 to 50 miles per hour.  They are most active in the morning and seem to rest during the day.  These animals are orange-brown with a white chest, belly, and rump.  Males have horns growing to about 7.5 inches. (6 bonus points)  I've had to cache another 2 rations so I can carry an oribi pelt.

Steve 42:  [Foot, normal  pace, southwest.] Journal entry, 8 September 1834:   I am almost certain now that the Lion River flows into the jungle/swamp that Brian Ankenman had found at the first fork of the Congo River.  After trekking beside the Lion River for days, it eventually turned west.  I now believe that should a venture further west, I will come to the jungle/swamp that Brian had noted.  There have thankfully been no natives to worry me, and hunting has been good all along. 

Steve 43:  [Foot, normal  pace, west.] Journal entry, 6 October 1834:   I tried to forge ahead into the jungle/swamp to complete the course of the Lion River to the Congo River, but a small tribe of natives (Tribe 43) was observed ahead of me.  So I swiftly retreated back to the open veldt where I am now camped once again.  I haven't had to use rations lately.

Steve 44:  [Foot, normal  pace, southwest] Journal entry, 3 November 1834:   I couldn't go forward into the jungle/swamp so I chose to head southwest down the Congo to Tuckey's Falls.  From there I can head for Luanda.

Steve 45:  [Foot, reckless  pace, southeast and south] Journal entry, 1 December 1834:   I have pushed myself hard in my trek down the coast but have finally reached Luanda again.  The families of the men I lost on my expedition are somewhat angry that I came back without them but the Portuguese are keeping everything under control here in their colonial port.  Hunting was good on the way here so I didn't have to use any more rations.  I hope to catch a ship to England soon.

Steve 46:  [on board ship, sailing for England] December 1834 - January 1835

Steve 47:  [in London]  January - March 1835: Steve Stroup reports his discoveries to the Geographical Society of London.  After his preliminary reports, he eventually goes on to publish an account of his journey and discoveries in the Congo region called "Beating Around the Bush" by Professor Steve Stroup.  In it he reports on the 100 miles he pushed deeper up the Congo River through the jungle before his expedition was wiped out by a native tribe.  After returning to the Konga village that was friendly to him, he relates how he headed north and picked up the river whose source the explorer Brian Ankenman had found previously.  Steve followed that river west and southwest through veldt terrain, in the process managing to elude a hungry crocodile, escape a native ambush, and climb a tree to avoid becoming dinner for a hungry pride of lions.  He named the river he was following the Lion River after that misadventure.  Along the Lion River he found two new species of antelope: the tiny  dik-dik and the small oribi, whose pelts he had brought back from Africa for study.  Steve's account ends with his retreat from the jungle/swamp into which the Lion River flowed and his subsequent return to Luanda.  In the jungle/swamp he had encountered another small tribe which he eluded by making a hasty retreat.  In all, he had discovered three unknown tribes, over 400 square miles of terrain, and two major new zoological species.

Of course, upon his return to England he had first sought out his wife, Lisa, who was already basking in the glory of her great explorations in Stroupland.  After his own reports had hit the newsstands, Steve received donations totaling $500 and was offered free ticket options to Brass, Luanda, Benguela, or Zanzibar.  But Steve and Lisa, happy to be together again, both took positions in the prestigious Department of Science at Cambridge University.  They donated the money and free tickets they had been given to other explorers.  Steve's donations went to the Geographical Society of London to use as they saw fit.  As for Lisa and Steve, they just wanted to stay together and teach students about the wonders they had seen....

Steve's mapping of terrain in the Congo region is now shown on the map by red diamonds.  Steve achieves 64 published points.

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Rev. Juniper Georges - Yellow - Missionary - Calabar - starting turn 48

Georges 48: [in Calabar]  17 March 1835: Rev. Juniper Georges, a missionary who had received some $2850 in donated funding from Lisa Stroup, used a free ticket to reach Calabar where he prepared a massive canoe expedition to explore the Ogue River in the region of Gabon.  His expedition will include 5 Guides, 16 askaris, and 40 bearers (62 people) in five large canoes filled also with 435 rations, 120 gifts, and 4 muskets.  The Ogue River is the last known major river in Africa that has had no exploration attempts made to follow it into the interior.

Georges 49: [canoe, reckless, south and east]  15 April 1835: Rev. Georges travels down the coast of Africa from Calabar with his 5 canoes and 62 people.  He reaches the mouth of the Ogue River and travels some 150 miles up the river to the edge of known territory.  From here on, he will be exploring the interior and looking for natives.  Hunting is excellent, but the expedition still uses up 11 rations to feed its large numbers.

Georges 50: [canoe, normal, east]  13 May 1835: Rev. Georges expedition paddled east up the Ogue and soon came to the magnificent falls which his awestruck men insisted he call the Juniper Falls.  They are 1500 ft. high, making them the 2nd highest waterfall known in Africa, topped only by the 1700 ft. Ankenman Falls on the Congo River.  It almost seems that there is a high plateau in this part of western Africa that creates these extremely high falls as the Ogue and Congo Rivers tumble over the escarpment down to the lower lands of the coastal region.  It took two weeks to portage around these steep falls.  A native tribe was encountered but they ran off and hid when Rev. Georges made overtures of friendliness toward them.  So the expedition continue on and found that there was a fork in the Ogue with a smaller branch coming from the southwest while the main course of the river came from the southeast.  Hunting was quite good along this jungle river, but still this 62-man expedition consumed 28 rations over the month.

Georges 51: [canoe, normal, southwest]  12 June 1835: Rev. Georges and his company became lost while trying to work their way through the various channels of the southwestern fork of the Ogue River.  They ended up going back to their starting point where they once again encountered the native tribe that had hid from them previously.  This time they conducted negotiations and accepted gifts from Rev. Georges.  So the Nitobo tribe became friendly to Rev. Georges and his people and gave them a feast.  The guide who got the expedition lost has deserted them.

Georges 52: [canoe, normal, southwest]  14 July 1835: Rev. Georges again tried going southwest from the friendly Nitobo tribe.  This time they successfully traveld up this small tributary only to find that it quickly ended in the jungle terrain they still were traversing.  They also encountered a large tribe of natives (T52), the Ikonoka tribe.  Their chief accepted 10 gifts and the tribe became friendly and provided another feast for the expedition.  Rev. Georges converted the friendly chief, Sentay, and he offered the Reverend as many bearers as he wished to have.  But Rev. Georges already had enough bearers so thanked the chief but declined for now.  (3 bonus points for conversion of chief Sentay.)  The tributary with the Ikonoka tribe was named the Ikonoka River.

Georges 53: [Canoe, normal, southeast]  19 August 1835: Rev. Georges and his canoe expedition returned to the Nitobo tribe where they spent a couple of days before paddling on up the Ogue River as it headed southeast.  The terrain remained jungle.  No natives or other noteworthy features were found.  Hunting was off some, so the expedition consumed 27 rations.

Georges 54: [Canoe, normal, northeast]  22 September 1835:  The terrain remained jungle as the canoes paddled northeast.  A large mountain loomed ahead, however, and Rev. Georges had it climbed to ascertain the height, which proved to be 19, 100 ft. (at this time the 3rd highest mountain found in Africa, although he didn't know that yet.).  He named it Mount St. George.  A large tribe was encountered, named the Hosha tribe (tribe #54).  Gifts were offered and the tribe became friendly.  A closer examination of this region caused the Reverend to conclude that on the mountain was a good spot for a mission (= 3 bonus points).  The tribe fed the expedition which lingered there awhile.

Georges 55: [Canoe, normal, northeast]  25 October 1835:  Having been well fed and housed by the friendly Hosha Tribe, the Reverend Georges' expedition set out to paddle further up the Ogue River.  On the first day out a low hanging branch knocked our lead guide out of one of the canoes and he drowned in the river.  The next guide managed to get us lost in one of the river channels.  He deserted us out of embarrassment.  The Reverend decided to go back to the Hosha tribe to regroup again before venturing further.

Georges 56: [Canoe, normal, northeast]  23 November 1835:  Leaving the Hosha tribe, the expedition paddled northeast through more jungle.  A tributary was found coming in from the southwest, so they diverted in that direction to explore it.  Rev. Georges called it the Trinity River.  But when they discovered the 80 ft. high Trinity Falls, they had to halt to organize a portage around the falls.  Hunting was good in the jungle so only 10 rations were used.

Georges 57: [Canoe, normal, southeast]  29 December 1835:  After portaging the 80 ft. high Trinity Falls, the expedition discovered that the Trinity River soon came to an end at its source, some springs.  The river above the falls was in veldt country.  A native tribe, the Dingwa, was discovered but they were open to negotiation and became friendly for 10 gifts.  On Christmas Day the Rev. Georges happily convinced the chief to stop some executions.  (6 bonus points)  They celebrated Christmas with the tribe who gave them a huge feast and reception lasting several days.

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Lou - Grey - Geolgist - Brass - starting turn 48

Lou 48: [in Brass] 15 March 1835: Lou Jerkich, a geologist and the spouse of Doctor Judy Jerkich, after learning of the discoveries made by his renowned wife in the Benue River region, decided to make a small geological expedition to that same region to add to the world's understanding of the Benue valley and the region between that river and the coastal jungles.  So he arrived in Brass on the 15th of March in 1835 to form a foot expedition that would move lightly and easily into the unknown.

Lou 49: [foot, normal, northeast] 12 April 1835: Lou's expedition travels at normal pace through the jungle to the point where the Benue River makes its major turn to the north.  Lou intends to press on through the jungle in a northeasterly direction to see what lies east of the Benue River in these parts.  With so few supplies, he aims to avoid natives and make use of jungle terrain in the hope of improved hunting opportunities.  With no guide, it will probably be slow-going but whatever is found will be new knowledge to share with the world.

Lou 50: [foot, normal, northeast] 17 May 1835: Lou's expedition managed quite surprisingly to not get lost in the jungle and came out of it on a northeasterly course. At once they saw before them the very tall mountain that his wife, Doctor Judy, had seen in the distance on her previous expedition when she stayed with the Kadobo Tribe on the Benue River while her men were convalescing from sleeping sickness.  Lou's small band climbed to the top of the mountain and measured its height at 19,100 feet, falling a little short of the higher 19,200 foot Mount Woe that Steve Stroup had published from his expedition in southern Africa.  Lou named this lofty peak Mount Judy in honor of his dear wife.  Heading down the north slope they found a spring that became a river heading northeast.  He named this river the Judy River.  Hunting was excellent so no rations were used.  Along his route Lou discovered very interesting geological formations that had a great many bones of enormous prehistoric creatures (4 bonus pts.).  These formations must be very ancient, indeed.

Lou 51: [foot, normal, northeast] 19 May 1835: A band of chimpanzees ransacked the camp looking for food.  Two of the chimps were killed by the askaris but the rest of the apes made off with 16 rations, reducing the total remaining for the expedition to 23 rations.  19 June 1835: Following the Judy River down out of the mountain into veldt terrain, the river was found to head eastward. A medium-sized tribe of natives was encountered but the natives ran away and hid.  Hunting was good so no rations had to be used.

Lou 52: [foot, normal, east] 19 July 1835:  It was hot in the desert into which the Judy River now flowed.  There were no natives but also no game to kill.  13 rations were used, leaving ten rations for the remainder of their journey.  With 13 people, this was getting a bit dire.  Two bearers were dismissed so as to save on food.

Lou 53: [foot, normal, east] 15 August 1835:  It turned out that the Judy River flowed into a swamp which may connect with the southern branch of the Benue River found by Doctor Judy Jerkich.  Lou's expedition found a small native tribe living in the swamp, but the natives hid when his expedition approached them.  Two more natives were dismissed, bringing the expedition down to 9 people.  Aside from a meal of frogs' legs now and then, plus a few fish, the hunting in the swamp was so abysmal that 9 rations were used up.  This left one solitary ration left for the expedition.  Lou was going to have to turn back.  He didn't have the resources to continue further explorations.

Lou 54: [foot, normal, west] 17 September 1835:  With only one ration left, Lou had to hope for some luck and start retracing his steps.  He left the swamp, crossed the desert along the river's route and returned to veldt terrain in which dwelt a medium tribe that had previously hid from them. Lou tried to offer gifts but the tribe remained hidden.  Hunting was quite good so no ration had to be touched.

Lou 55: [Foot, reckless, south] 29 October 1835:  After finding that the last ration had spoiled because it wasn't any good in the first place, Lou hastened on south before their food ran out.   He led his small expedition past awesome Mount Judy again, and then through the jungles to Calabar on the Cameroon coast where he cached his 20 gifts and one musket after disbanding his expedition.

Lou 55: [At sea] 10 December 1835:  Having taken ship at Calabar, Lou Jerkich returned to London on the 10th of December.

Lou 56: [In London] 15 January 1836:  At a meeting of the Geographical Society of London, Geologist Lou Jerkich reported on his Benue Expedition.  He told of his discovery of Mount Judy, so far the second highest known mountain in all of Africa.  There he had found the source of the Judy River and followed it eastward through mountain, veldt and desert until it devolved into a swamp which he believed was probably the same swamp from which the southern branch of the Benue River flowed northwest to join the main stream.  Two native tribes had been found although neither was to be considered friendly to Europeans.  Although the expedition had been a small, short one, Lou was glad to receive contributions for a new expedition from enthusiastic supporters.  He received $400, $200, $100, and $50, for a total of $750.  Nevertheless, he could still use a free ticket.

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