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common, though it occurs with the other. But I didn't see 

 one, alas ! 



"April 6, 1916, Kabale, S.W. Uganda. 



" I had quite a short visit to Kigezi, being soon recalled to 

 Kabale — and in a week or two shall have left Kabale (30° E. 

 and 1° 15' S. — did I give you that before?). 



" I may not say anything, save that the next box of insects 

 I send you will have come from G.E. A. ; for when our advance 

 does come I'm not going to leave my net behind : though I 

 expect to be so busy that there will not, at first, at any rate, 

 be much time for collecting. But one never knows when one 

 is going to be stuck at a place — and then the net comes in ! 



" I'm very well, and much looking forward to ' the Real 

 Thing,' which appears to be at last a probability and not 

 merely a possibility. I've put my address back to c/o P.M.O., 

 as I don't know what else — the ' S. frontier force ' ceases to 

 be so when it has begun the invasion of G.E.A. ! 



" With the Belgian Northern Forces in 

 late German East Africa, 



"June 5, 1916. 



" Well, here I am, in what was G.E.A., as part of the force 

 which the Belgians have pushed in (with the aid of the Uganda 

 porters) from the far S.W. corner of Uganda (but just E. of 

 the Kigezi district). You may say that they went in about 

 30° E., and have reached as far as Kigale — on 2° S., the 

 administrative centre of this part of Ruanda. It's a very in- 

 teresting country, although just to the E. of the mountains of 

 Kigezi it's quite hilly enough, and bad country for safaris — 

 there seems no system in the arrangement of the hills, and you 

 have to keep getting out of one valley into another, up over 

 watersheds, etc. — very tiring for porters. The hills are of 

 rounded outline — thinly grass clad, sometimes granitic, more 

 often of some reddish soil that makes beautiful patches of 

 colour when freshly turned up. Here and there one sees masses 

 of a herbaceous sunflower, which makes beautiful patches 

 of colour in the landscape — the first time I have seen patches 

 of colour made by one kind of flower in masses, in the tropics. 

 The plantations of millet lie very thickly in the fertile valleys 



