A Record March 



water could be got here, but a torrential thunder- 

 storm came to our aid, which enabled us in a very 

 short space of time to collect sufficient for our 

 requirements. The next morning, rising at four 

 o'clock, and marching for five hours, we reached 

 Kijamba, another of our mail posts. Here I had 

 luncheon, hired fresh porters, and with some diffi- 

 culty got my " safari " under way once more. About 

 5.30 in the evening, just before making camp, we 

 were caught in a most violent thunderstorm, and 

 had to pitch our camp drenched to the skin. I had 

 now done a hundred miles in two days and a half. 

 This left about fifty more to go before reaching 

 Mbarara. Turning the matter over in my mind, I 

 determined to try and break a record by doing the 

 whole fifty the next day. So seeing a dozen men of 

 my escort drying themselves round a camp fire, I 

 walked over to them and asked for volunteers to 

 accompany me on the morrow. They thought at 

 first I was chaffing them, but on realizing I was 

 serious four of them expressed their willingness. 



I arose before daylight the next day and marched 

 with my whole party to Kianka. Here I halted, 

 and, after a good meal, leaving them behind, 

 pushed on with my tent and a couple of chop 

 boxes, accompanied only by my four volunteers, to 

 accomplish the last lap into Mbarara. When I was 

 about three hours off my goal I met two sportsmen, 

 who insisted on my stopping and taking a whisky- 

 and-soda with them. They told me they had been 

 shooting on the German East African border, 



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