Lake Victoria to Khartoum 



a narrow belt, bordered on each side by rustling 

 banana shambas, each plantation concealing its 

 quota of native huts. 



The broad road winds about, now rising now 

 falling slightly, in and out between the hills and 

 swamps, and the inhabitants in their nice clean 

 clothes come running;" out at the song; of the 

 coolies to try and find out, in their inquisitive way, 

 who it may be. For a wonder, this road does 

 not go in a straight bee-line, because it has been 

 surveyed by British engineers for motor traffic in 

 the future. The relay of coolies that meets us 

 ten miles or so from Entebbe pushes us along 

 through the same pretty scenery till Kampala's 

 cathedral rises conspicuously into view, and then, 

 topping the last ridge, the town lies spread out 

 before us. 



Like the city of Rome, Kampala is built on 

 seven hills, which have names far too long and 

 unpronounceable for me to attempt to spell cor- 

 rectly. In the old days these seven hills were 

 usually at war with one another, but now all is 

 forgotten and forgiven, and every one is friendly 

 and at peace. 



Kampala is resplendent in greenery, and, owing 

 to the fact that the trees and grass are picked out 

 with broad red roads, presents a striking spectacle. 

 Mengo, the king's hill, is more or less in the 

 centre, and the monarch's comfortable house and 

 buildings are surrounded by a high wattled cane 



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