A Post at Headquarters 



much needed additional interest into our more or 

 less colourless existence. 



Soon our only, though thoroughly reliable time- 

 piece, the sun, indicated that it was time to " fall 

 in," so I gave the signal to my headman, who in 

 turn got the "safari" again under weigh, while I 

 exchanged parting salutations with my friends. 



I took things easier on this journey, and it 

 was not until the fourth day that, after scaling the 

 tortuous path leading over the cold mountains of 

 the Congo, I descended once more on to the torrid 

 plains of Uganda, and pitched my tent by the shores 

 of the pretty and little-known Kazinga Lake. 



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