Soldiering and Sport in Uganda 



disturb them. However, I wanted something for 

 the pot, and as night was coming on fast I took a 

 pot-shot at the first one I came across, but only hit 

 its fore foot, which, ahhough it knocked him over, 

 did not permanently affect its agility, and it nimbly 

 galloped away. I did not like the idea of leaving 

 the wounded beast, so I traced its tracks by the 

 blood on the grass. I suddenly spotted it behind 

 a bush, and standing up, gave it a second shot 

 which caught it full in the chest. After a few feeble 

 kicks it was what my Nuby orderly somewhat 

 picturesquely calls " kalass " (finished). By now 

 it was getting very dark, so I hurried off to where I 

 had left my bicycle, leaving one man behind with 

 the buck, calculating I could just manage to get 

 back to camp before the twilight disappeared. 



It was another case of " L'homme propose, mais 

 le bon Dieu dispose." I found my front tyre punc- 

 tured, so there was nothing else but a long and 

 weary tramp home. I endeavoured to wile away the 

 time by whistling, and tried every air I knew, from 

 my Regimental " March Past " to " Put me amongst 

 the Girls " ; but the way was long and my feet were 

 weary. I was surprised half-way back to meet my 

 head boy with a lamp, who informed me that I was 

 late, which in itself was a pretty accurate statement. 

 He then told me he was anxious, because the 

 "shensis," as he sneeringly called the local natives, 

 being a Swahili himself, were very uppish after 

 dark, and he was afraid they had set on me. I got 

 back at last, wearied out. We were now beo^inninof 



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