Kampala 



for me. It was dragged along by a native between 

 the shafts, who was assisted by no less than three 

 others, who helped the proceeding by pushing be- 

 hind. Their methods when travelling are somewhat 

 peculiar. The leader between the shafts will relate 

 a yarn about anything which first enters his head. 

 It may be guessing where you come from, or whether 

 you are likely to give them much backshish, etc. 

 This he does in broken sentences, and at the end 

 of each sentence all the three pushing behind answer 

 in the affirmative and in unison. Sometimes when 

 the raconteur gets a little excited with his narrative, 

 he will glance rapidly round, first over his left 

 shoulder and then over his right, shouting out his 

 version with ferocity, as if to ensure that those 

 pushing behind are taking an intelligent interest. 

 A mono-rail has been established between Kampala 

 and the port, as well as motor transport, and has 

 met with great success. The pier at this newly- 

 formed port for Kampala has been recently built at 

 a place called by the natives Luzira, but known 

 officially as Port Bell. It is seven miles from 

 Kampala. 



My natives stopped occasionally on the way to 

 drink water, making a cup out of the banana leaf. 

 They have, indeed, a striking number of uses for 

 this leaf. It serves for puggarees, padding for their 

 heads when carrying loads, a cover for letters when 

 acting as messengers; and it is used for carrying 

 eggs, as a stopper to their water-bottles, as a means 

 of packing, both as string and paper, as gaiters for 



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