Soldiering and Sport in Uganda 



habit of halting my water-picquet in the early 

 morning just as the sun was rising, I could obtain 

 a beautiful view of the lakes on our right flank. 



I took my men on a route march to one of these 

 lakes, in which was a most picturesque island. I 

 tried to induce the natives to come off in their 

 dug-outs and palaver, but they were scared by the 

 sight of my men in uniform, and refused even to 

 come down to the shore of the island. A picture of 

 this lake, with its island, is inserted. 



On one occasion, when I was on the top of 

 my hill, the sky above was covered with dark 

 masses of cloud, and across these lakes, the horizon 

 beyond presented the appearance of dazzling silver. 

 The effect was grand as this silver radiancy 

 reflected itself in the water, whereas all the hills 

 surrounding stood in the darkest shade. And 

 surmounting the whole picture away in the distance 

 white billows of cumulus clouds were rising upwards, 

 intersected by long patches of strata clouds, lining 

 them here and there at hazard. I had been so 

 engrossed in watching this typical combination of 

 light and shade, that when my orderly saluted and 

 reported the water drawn from the spring and all 

 safe, I still sat on gazing fixedly at the sight. And 

 I had seen this very same landscape every day for 

 a month and a half. Yet it still wrought its magic 

 upon me. It was like a picture, with which the 

 painter is ever dissatisfied, and constantly adds 

 touches here and there, altering it entirely in colour, 

 though leaving the general outline as before. The 



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