My Faithful Terrier 



next day when I tumbled out of my tent, the 

 sun was shining genially, and as it had been 

 pouring during the whole night, the atmosphere 

 appeared clarified. Like a window pane just 

 cleaned, distant objects could be discerned clearly. 

 The sky was of a beautiful clear blue ; in fact, the 

 landscape was brilliant with the after effects of 

 Nature's washing day. The tops of the mountains, 

 outlined against the deep blue sky, were exhilarat- 

 ing, and the colouring grand. I shall always 

 associate the scenery of Uganda with its three 

 prevailing colours. The brightness of the green 

 grasses, the clear depth of the blue sky, and the 

 beautiful snowy whiteness of its cumulus clouds. 

 And what a beautiful blend they make together ! 



This morning it was like looking through field 

 glasses, so clear was the air. My faithful little terrier, 

 instead of creeping on to my bed for warmth and 

 comfort, bounded out of the tent, and amused her- 

 self catching flies and eating ants. She has more 

 spirits than any English dog I have ever met ; in 

 fact, she is almost wild. She invariably poses in 

 the most original positions of the attractiveness of 

 which I feel assured she is fully aware. Her legs 

 are big for her body, and seem ungainly, as if she 

 had but a loose control of them. Her ears are 

 cocked at a knowing slant ; in fact, she might 

 have been the original of those excellent drawings 

 of Cecil Aldin. 



The pleasure I derive from keeping her out- 

 weighs enormously any inconvenience she causes 



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