FAREWELL TO THE CONGO 



forms the cast wall of the Lake Albert, I got my last 

 view not only of the lake itself, but of the Great Congo 

 and the southern extremity of the Lado Enclave. 



We did the thirty-mile journey to Hoima in nineteen 

 hours, and here I met Messrs. Payne and Glencross, two 

 other hunters, who told me of a disturbance that had 

 taken place in the Mullah or N'joro's country between 

 some Europeans and the natives. I expect it was the 

 old tale of insufficient supplies of food for their porters, 

 for I had visited the Mullah myself in the beginning of 

 my trip, and I was not surprised to hear of the occurrence. 

 The natives there certainly delight in " looking for 

 trouble." 



The journey from Hoima to Kampala, a distance of 

 128 miles, was one that I shall long remember. I was 

 longing for civilisation again, and wanted to do the 

 journey in good time. I reckoned that it would be 

 possible to accomplish the distance in five days. The 

 first day we journeyed from 128 miles to 113^- miles, the 

 next day to 86, not bad going— 27-I- miles in the tropics 

 when in weak health. Seventy-one-mile post was the 

 next, and then the following day I was down with fever 

 badly. The wound in my arm had ceased to trouble me 

 to any extent after we left Koba. Next day I managed 

 to drag myself in short stages as far as mile post 46. 

 Making my way to the house of Mr. and Mrs. Walsh, I 

 was greeted by the dogs, but Mrs. Walsh did not know 

 me until I again introduced myself, for I had a beard, 

 moustache, and long hair, besides which I had for the 

 time being altered considerably owing to the ravages of 

 fever. For four nights and three days I lay with malaria 

 at their house, and I shall ever be grateful to them for 

 their kindness and attention. Thanks to them I was 

 able to proceed on my journey feeling fit again, but Mrs. 

 Walsh insisted on my taking her hammock and machele 

 boys as far as Kampala, in order that I should not 



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