Soldiering and Sport in Uganda 



and more hilly than ever, so that it presented a very- 

 pleasing and no less picturesque appearance. 



These massive boulders often formed curious 

 resemblances to living things, and my Nuby orderly 

 on one occasion touching me on the arm, pointed 

 out some objects, saying "elephant." They were 

 actually two grey-black boulders, one just behind the 

 other in amongst the trees and elephant grass. The 

 resemblance was striking. Some of these massive 

 rocks stood poised on their ends, and seemingly only 

 requiring a puff of wind to topple them over 

 altogether. 



On arrival at camp I chose the highest summit I 

 could find to pitch my tent, and I was well rewarded 

 for my trouble. The view extended all around for 

 miles — a sea of "gubba," formed of numerous hills 

 and valleys, covered with trees and long grass. The 

 sun setting in true mid-African splendour outlined 

 their fantastic shapes against the distant orange- 

 red horizon, and the ever-lengthening shadows lent 

 a mystical effect to the view, compelling me to 

 gaze with wondering admiration ; and my thoughts 

 seem to wander back again to those happy days 

 of childhood, when hope imbued by expectancy 

 and unsoiled by disillusion tinted the world with a 

 rosy hue. This delightful feeling of expectancy is 

 very strong in Uganda, and I put it down to perfectly 

 natural causes. You never know as you travel along 

 what may turn up. You climb to the top of a hill 

 and suddenly find yourself confronted with a soul- 

 compelling view; you wander down the opposite side 



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