CHAPTER XLVII 



The Successful End of the African Hunt 



KAMPALA, the capital of Daudi Gehewa, the boy king of 

 Uganda, Hes about twenty-four miles from Entebbe, the port 

 of the lake traffic and the seat of British authority in that 

 part of midland Africa. A protectorate Uganda is called. This is 

 to cater to the susceptibility of the partly civilized natives. It is v^^ise 

 to let such a people fancy that they are an independent nation, but the 

 gloved hand of British authority has iron in its grasp and the African 

 ruler is only a useful puppet to be cajoled and played with by the actual 

 rulers. 



In this city of Kampala Colonel Roosevelt found himself after his 

 long hunting career ; resting let us say, but it was a Rooseveltian rest. 

 Here is a record of one day, December 22, of our hunter's life in the 

 Uganda capital. The morning began with an antelope hunt on the 

 surrounding plain. This was only an appetizer for the day's work. 

 On his return to the verdant, leaf-shrouded town he made a call on 

 Mother Paul, the American superior of the convent, and had a long 

 interview with her. On leaving he visited the Catholic mission; fol- 

 lowing this up by taking part in the ceremony of dedicating a wing 

 recently added to the Church Mission Society hospital. This done, 

 he finished the morning's work by taking lunch with Bishop Hanlon. 

 This series of performances was followed in the afternoon by a recep- 

 tion of the King of Uganda, who paid a visit of ceremony to the dis- 

 tinguished visitor then honoring his capital by his presence. Subse- 

 quently, in company with King Dandi, he became the guest of honor 

 at a dinner given by Mr. F. A. Knowles, the British sub-commissioner, 

 to the African monarch and the American ex-President. 



Evidently Mr. Roosevelt was losing no time. He had now reached 

 the climax of his African career, and was soon to turn his back on 

 the hunter's paradise in which he had lived for months and begin his 



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