Life and Scenery in Uganda 



this daily occurrence will call them forth once 

 more. It is said that these storms come off quite 

 three hundred days out of the 365, round the 

 lake, and I think that statement is well inside 

 the mark. I should imagine that even Leap 

 Year makes a difference ! 



After leaving the foot-hills, which seem to end 

 in the Busibika district, we enter on a journey 

 across practically flat country, with the gentlest 

 undulations only here and there ; a land where a 

 hill is a thing to wish for as a diversion to the 

 landscape. Winding through the short grass in 

 country that resembles a glorified orchard, we 

 follow the footpath, which is now a mere track, 

 ever and anon breaking out into a scrupulously 

 weeded six-foot road as we near the next shamba. 

 The Waganda are a gregarious folk, and where 

 one shamba springs up, there will others be col- 

 lected together. 



We are now bearing north-north-west between 

 the Myanja and Lugogo rivers, which are some 

 twenty-four miles apart. I should not call this a 

 good game country, but there are a couple of 

 large herds of elephant which will afford heaps of 

 excitement in case our minds are bent that way. 

 Avadavats and pretty little grass finches rise in 

 clouds on each and every side, and the gaily- 

 painted touracou or plantain-eater flits from tree 

 to tree where the bush merges into forest. Lilies, 

 white and red, flourish in their thousands for the 



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