Life and Scenery in Uganda 



make a fuss, which is a great thing. I hate 

 people who are always shouting and grumbling 

 and asking for impossibilities. 



I now propose taking our "safari" off the 

 hard high road for a bit, and going more or less 

 across country to Masindi ; the reason being that 

 the visitor has probably got quite bored enough 

 with an undeviatingly straight road — though a 

 neatly laid-out station, such as Hoima, lies many 

 miles away at the end of it — and would wish to 

 see something of the little-known paths and by- 

 ways off the beaten track. 



After leaving Bombo, the head-quarters of the 

 4th Battalion King's African Rifles, the local 

 troops, which is situated on a long ridge, rather 

 higher than, and overlooking, the surrounding 

 country, we reach the Busibika plains in the 

 course of a couple of days. 



By the way, the mention of Busibika brings 

 something into my mind that I had very nearly 

 forp"otten, one of the thinofs for which Ug-anda 

 is famous — its awful and infernal thunderstorms. 



More or less regularly at a certain time daily, 

 varying a little earlier or a little later after a four 

 or five days' dose, the clouds bank up, heavy, 

 black, and glowering in the south, with the lightning 

 flashing like " Billy oh ! " in the midst. A hush 

 comes over the land — the calm before the storm. 

 Shortly a dull roar is heard amongst the trees 

 above the distant booming and rolling of the 



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