Life and Scenery in Uganda 



esquely situated between avenues of solanum 

 trees with their white and purple flowers, come 

 the hospital, the bank, and the offices and shops 

 of Entebbe ; then, bordering the road to Kam- 

 pala, twenty-three miles away, come the police 

 lines, their little round white straw-thatched huts 

 in perfect order, looking like the squares of an 

 immense chessboard. 



Kampala is the old capital, the home of the 

 " Kibaka," or King of Uganda proper, and the 

 seat of his native parliament. 



One's first impressions of a new country are, 

 I think, usually tempered with disappointment. 

 However, none but the most obtuse or narrow- 

 minded individual could take exception to the 

 scenery that meets the eye on the road to Kam- 

 pala. Seated in a ricksha, with one's four coolies 

 keeping up a wild, rhythmical chant all about 

 the " Boss " they are pushing (which is only so 

 much soft-soap in the hope of the inevitable 

 " Backsheesh" to come), one plunges at once into 

 a strip of forest land. Black and white hornbills 

 fly in and out among the topmost branches of the 

 lofty trees which rear their heads above the dense, 

 luxuriant tropical undergrowth, formed by an 

 impenetrable tangle of creeper stretching from 

 bush to bush. But, alas ! fever is for ever sitting 

 on the tip of one's nose, lying in wait to catch a 

 delicate constitution. 



The view, however, is restricted : one sees but 



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