CHAPTER XXIV. 



CONCLUSION. 



Next day I determined to push on to Entebbe, the 

 chief town of Ueranda. The road was extra eood 

 and flat, so I cycled gaily along until I was con- 

 fronted by a long reach of water, an arm of the 

 Victoria Nyanza, which intervened between me and 

 Entebbe. I chartered a boat at the lake side, and 

 placing my cycle in it, was paddled over by four 

 desperately energetic Baganda natives. I had to 

 curb this energy eventually, as they worked them- 

 selves into a regular frenzy, and the water went 

 splashing all over me. It was a great change to 

 find myself once more afloat after so many miles 

 over land, on this fine expanse of lake water. They 

 had to keep a " toto " or small boy in the boat, purely 

 for balancing purposes. This boat was the ordinary 

 plank business tied together by strips of the banana 

 leaf, and as one may imagine, anything but water- 

 tight. I had no money upon me, so I left them a 

 " barua " or paper chit to present to my head-boy on 

 his arrival. I then ascended a steep hill, at the 

 other side of which was situated Entebbe. How 

 cheering it looked, nestling peacefully in green, by 

 the side of the opalescent lake. I found my friend, 

 whom I had hoped to stay with, was on "safari," but 



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