Soldiering and Sport in Uganda 



ultimate barter with the natives on the border, two 

 furious cats had attempted to claw out the puppy's 

 eyes. The latter never having seen a cat before, 

 was filled with fear and betook herself off at a fast 

 and furious pace, so that my boy running with all 

 his miijht had been unable to overtake her. So 

 with a parting tear I was feign to scratch her off 

 the roll-call as hopelessly missing. 



On the third day out I arose very weak with my 

 fever, and I had literally to crawl along, sitting 

 down every quarter-mile. I should have been 

 carried in a blanket, but somehow the idea was 

 repulsive to me, and so I suppose I did myself a lot 

 of harm by proudly sticking to my legs. The 

 morning started propitiously, as when I was eating 

 my breakfast who should appear from her usual 

 seat under the table but my lost puppy. She had 

 nosed me out all the way from Mbarara, and was 

 in a very weak condition. She had evidently been 

 going day and night and had had nothing to eat, 

 and probably little to drink since she ran away. I 

 called my boy to bring milk, and she nearly burst 

 her sides with the amount she lapped up, and 

 became visibly fatter under my eyes. She never 

 left me again during my stay in the tropics, and 

 eventually became the property of a black prince, 

 when sickness drove me back to Europe again. 



Mwanga, the next camp, was situated on a very 

 high hill, which I found very difficult of ascent in 

 my weak state of health. My porters, who had 

 been drafted from the Ankole, were a low-spirited 



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