Soldiering and Sport in Uganda 



made one of my sick soldiers strip and go in. I 

 dipped my hand in the water, which was so hot 

 that I withdrew it in pain. My worthy Nuby, 

 however, not only got right in, but splashed himself 

 over. He did remark, however, that the water was 

 warm. The springs bubble up from the bowels of 

 the earth and contain a high percentage of minerals. 

 We all filled our water bottles at this pool of Siloam 

 before going on to camp. A huge concourse of 

 people were gathered together on our arrival, and 

 the Prime Minister of Ankole, a very important 

 personage, offered us light refreshment. He had 

 been sent there to keep an eye on the King and to 

 facilitate the transport of food supplies. He was 

 exceedingly stout, though fairly intelligent. I had, 

 of course, made his acquaintance when passing 

 through to this place on my former "safari." He 

 informed us that the natives who dwelt a few miles 

 further on were exceedingly independent and in- 

 clined to give trouble. These men afterwards 

 attacked our lines of communications, stole our 

 supplies and mails, and caused us great annoyance 

 and inconvenience. I lost my cavalry sketching 

 board and a very fine prismatic compass, among 

 other things, through their depredations. The King 

 gave us a sheep and a goat, which afterwards came 

 in very useful, as food was very scarce in Ruampara. 

 Two more days, one on the flat plain and one 

 over difficult mountains, brought us to the small but 

 picturesque camp of Potosi. Here we had expected 

 to find food, but were greatly disappointed. Our 



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