Bombo to Hoima 



my servants that I eventually got under way, amidst 

 a great deal of shouting and no little " kalam " (noise). 



The illustration shows the party on "safari" 

 moving along a native road. 



The porters march in Indian file. One of their 

 number takes upon himself to make somewhat violent 

 statements, which are answered,. apparently in a fierce 

 affirmative and in unison by the remainder. This 

 colloquy works up their energies to war heat and 

 enables them to carry their huge loads of 60 lbs. as 

 many as twenty miles per day, although twelve to 

 fifteen is a good average. On the first day, there- 

 fore, I contented myself with the shorter distance, 

 stopping on the road at Ndegi, where there was a 

 Mission, and where they kindly gave me luncheon. J' 

 Here I had an opportunity of tasting for the first 

 time some Cape tomatoes, which were very good 

 eating. They also showed me some selanium trees, 

 with their beautiful violet flowering. On reaching 

 Kalassa I pitched my tent and dug a trench round 

 as a protection against the heavy tropical rains. As 

 I had no meat, I took a walk round my camp to shoot 

 some guinea-fowl, and came across a surveyor who 

 sent me round some mutton in exchange for a g-'m 

 and soda. After dinner I had a visit from a local 

 chief, who presented me with half a dozen eggs. I 

 gave him some sugar and twenty cents, as my 

 Swahili boy told me he was very important. As he 

 spoke Luganda — and I only knew a little Swahili, — 

 I found it extremely difficult to get rid of him. The 

 water was very bad, and, of course, my filter broke 



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