82 THE LAKE 



Life on the islands was soon reduced to a routine only- 

 interfered with by the weather. Arising shortly before 

 the sun one pottered about for half an hour before a 

 bath, or a swim, and breakfast. 



At eight o'clock one set off for the fly ground. On 

 Bugalla this simply meant a walk of about half a mile 

 down from the open grass clad hill on which camp was 

 placed, through the forest belt, and out on to the sandy 

 beach. 



When on Damba we cut across a shallow bay by canoe 

 to the beach about a mile away ; from Kome camp we 

 went by canoe to the other islets, and very pleasant going 

 it was against the fresh north breeze and dancing waves, 

 taking an hour or more. From this one returned at any 

 hour between 2-5'30 p.m., after which there was a certain 

 amount of work to be done with the microscope. 



On Bugalla the afternoon was always spent over the 

 microscope ; and a walk over the highlands in the evening 

 gave one exercise and beautiful views. 



Sundays were always given up to butterfly hunting 

 and other changes of occupation. On Saturdays the big 

 canoe with crew of fourteen men started off for Entebbe 

 taking mails, returning on Tuesdays or Wednesdays 

 according to weather, with mails and the week's supply 

 of food for those of us who always remained in camp. 

 Sometimes this canoe had very rough passages, and I 

 well remember one night near the end of my residence 

 on Bugalla. It was one of the exceptional occasions when 

 there was a storm after sunset coming from the north- 

 east. The crew as usual had announced their approach 

 by blowing on a horn of the Situtunga antelope, and I 

 was rather anxious, as a storm was threatening from the 

 same direction. 



Gradually the wind freshened until a gale was blowing, 

 and the house rocked. I lit a lantern and went down 

 to the shore to mark the landing place, as it was pitch 



