Lake Victoria to Khartoum 



tary rules. All the soldiers in East Africa and 

 Uganda are Mohammedans simply because they 

 had been taught by their officers that good 

 soldiers should be true believers. 



That's nothing to do with our travels, but I 

 should have " bust " if I hadn't got it off my 

 chest ! 



There were a goodly mob of the local black 

 man drawn up at Gondokoro to receive us — 

 chiefs for the most part, armed with Kudu 

 horns on which to make nasty noises, and clothed 

 in leopard skins. They had been got together 

 by Mr. Wright, who, in company with Captain 

 Garrod of the K.A.R. and Dr. Pritchard, ran 

 the station. Mr. Wright entertained us nobly 

 with refreshments, and related to us a gruesome 

 tale of an elephant shoot, two days old, in which 

 his unfortunate gun-bearer had been killed by the 

 infuriated brute. The gun-bearer was a very 

 plucky fellow, but unfortunately had been caught 

 before he could escape after the animal had been 

 severely wounded. It's strange how it's always 

 the best man that goes out on these occasions ! 



We stayed at Gondokoro for lunch, and in the 

 afternoon saw our porters paid up, and made all 

 arrangements for their return journey with Dr. 

 Goldie, whilst the three visitors and I had our 

 own effects stowed away on the Dal, a Sudan 

 Government steamer that had been sent up to 

 convey Mr. Churchill's party to Khartoum. 



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