Chapter of Accidents 



though my thoughts will often revert there in- 

 voluntarily. Such is life ! 



I cycled two camps that day to a place where I 

 had expected to meet some native hunters, who 

 were to put me on to buffalo. They did not turn 

 up, and so the next day I decided to go one camp 

 farther and summon the chief to my assistance in 

 procuring natives for me who were acquainted with 

 the district. But this decision resulted in a regular 

 chapter of evils. 



I started off to cycle, telling my cook to follow 

 with food. Then it came on to rain cats and dogs. 

 I rode as rapidly as I possibly could to make camp 

 before being drenched. The site, however, had 

 been altered ; and as it was very small, the inevitable 

 happened, and I missed it. Wet to the skin, I 

 persevered until I easily saw that my growing 

 suspicions of having passed the camp were con- 

 firmed, and by the swampiness of the surrounding 

 country I recognized it to be Sanga. Just at that 

 moment my bicycle, which had been gradually 

 getting clogged with the adhesive mud, absolutely 

 refused to budge. I got off and pushed it. It slid 

 along, but the wheels did not go round, and I found 

 it difficult to stand up myself What was to be 

 done? Would my "safari" understand what had 

 happened .-* At any rate, it was no use going back 

 on my flat feet, so I made up my mind that buffalo- 

 hunting was out of the question that day. 



Things, however, in Uganda right themselves 

 as quickly as they go wrong. The rain suddenly 



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