Soldiering and Sport in Uganda 



my escort to fall in and surround them for fear lest 

 they should bolt. I then gave them half an hour's 

 rest, taking the precaution to send some of the 

 lighter loads on ahead under my cook, to show my 

 ultimate determination to make the whole "safari" 

 follow. The porters amused themselves cursing 

 everything, and me principally, but I knew it was 

 best to allow them to ease off steam. After they 

 had become somewhat quieter, I told my men to 

 load them up. This was a distinct failure, chiefly 

 because I think my men half sympathised, as they 

 had no desire to go on themselves. Then I thought 

 it was time to lose my temper. The result was 

 marvellous. They all snatched up their loads, and 

 in two minutes we were off again. 



I cycled ahead to make arrangements with 

 the chief at the next camp ; but owing to the 

 fact that there are two places named Kabula 

 within an hour's walk of each other, though on 

 different roads, and the one I came upon was not 

 the one at which I had previously stayed, I could 

 not understand it, and so continued on my way. 

 There were no natives about whom I could question. 

 Pushing on over a chain of hills, I arrived on a 

 broad road, which evidently was rapidly taking me 

 to Masaka. The sun was setting, and for the 

 second time that day I found out I had overshot 

 the mark. I dismounted from my bicycle and 

 walked up a hill, but I failed to recognize the 

 country around. Then I at last caught a glimpse 

 of a native and called to him. He looked very 



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