Soldiering and Sport in Uganda 



and then sat down for a while on some upturned 

 canoes, close to where the waves were rolling 

 gently to our feet. Soon I was overcome by a 

 delicious, dreamy feeling, and my thoughts wandered 

 from this elysium to the strife and bustle of the 

 more civilized world, and I awoke with a start, only 

 too happy to find myself still on the beach of the 

 little-known Albert Nyanza. 



We then strolled back to our luncheon. After- 

 wards we had a bath in the lake. It was glorious, 

 and apparently the crocodiles were either away or 

 asleep. I lay just on the edge, where the waves 

 rolled me lazily over and over on the soft sand. 

 How refreshing it was after all my weary treks to 

 be in the water once again ! The banks were thick 

 with a fly which I called the aeroplane fly, as it had 

 four wings in the shape of a plane; it presented a 

 very picturesque appearance. After loitering about 

 a long time in the sand and waves, we reluctantly 

 came out. 



A careful inspection of the captain's trophies 

 followed. Although the heads of the buffalo were 

 extra good specimens, I do not think they run 

 very big in these parts, and certainly not equal to 

 those between Masaka and Mbarara. He had also 

 several species of buck, such as kongoni, cobus, 

 bush, and reed-buck. 



Suddenly his orderly pointed to the hill at the 

 back of the camp, exclaiming " Nyama " (meat), 

 and looking in the direction I saw a buck grazing 

 quietly on the hillside. My friend suggested I 



go 



