Kazara 



lot and incapable of much effort. They were even 

 worse than my late ones, the Unyoro. I consider 

 the Baganda are the only useful load-carriers to be 

 found in Uganda. 



On the morning of the fourth day out of Mbarara, 

 I was jubilant to find my fever had deserted me 

 entirely, and so I arose early and made for Kazara. 



Kazara is quite a big place for these parts, 

 situated on a plateau, and as one has to approach it 

 across an expansive plain, it acquires a greater 

 importance than it possibly deserves. 



I was received by an enormous concourse of 

 people and beating of drums, and even a presenta- 

 tion of arms by the chief's local escort, which was 

 quite a pathetic sight, seeing how earnest was their 

 effort to conform to what was to them a European 

 custom of Herculean difficulty. I was then led by 

 the king, Keticulo, into a grass hut, where he gave 

 me tea and ginger cake. I had not tasted the latter 

 since I left home. I gathered from them that a party 

 of Congo troops, under three white officers, with 

 some maxim guns, were on a river about two days 

 off, confronted by ten of our police under a white 

 officer. Unfortunately, it was not in the direction 

 where I was ordered. As I was conversing I espied 

 another "safari" coming from the opposite direction, 

 and was pleased to find it was the Doctor, who was 

 returning from our advanced depot at Hunga to 

 Mbarara. I gave the Doctor luncheon, and was 

 very pleased to offer tea and cake and jam to the 

 King and his numerous petty chiefs, who sat all 



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