Bombo District Chief 



parent. I found that even a telephone has been 

 instituted in this up-to-date capital, which is a 

 great convenience, as it runs out to Kampala, and 

 even Bombo, the military head-quarters. About 

 5 o'clock in the evening I was about done, having 

 finished up with interviewing the German consul. 

 At the club I met two men going to Kampala the 

 next day to spend the week-end. I therefore 

 agreed to have breakfast with them and cycle over 

 afterwards. L homnte prospose mais le bon Dieu 

 dispose. I awoke to the rattle of rain on my tin 

 roof. Mumbling "'Twas the voice of the sluggard," 

 etc., I turned over and slept the sleep of the just for 

 another hour to give rope to the rain. The old 

 campaigner was right. The rain lessened, the 

 clouds appeared lighter over the lake. Very soon 

 the little islands could clearly be discerned, and by 

 the time I had dressed it had fully cleared. I 

 immediately saw my "safari" start, and went to the 

 club. My friends had breakfasted and departed. 



I did not relish leaving this comfortable club 

 behind, but as I could not very well take it with 

 me, I was constrained to do so. I was not long in 

 overtaking my "safari." The road was very heavy 

 indeed, and about half-way I was feeling very tired, 

 when I met a chief, called Kisingiri. He im- 

 mediately recognized me, and proffered me his 

 rickshaw, which I was very pleased to make use 

 of. He was the bior chief of the Bombo district, 

 and had met me on my previous visit there. I had 

 about a dozen natives to pull me along, and a man 



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