A TROUBLESOME CHIEF 165 



The water from Lake Ruisamba flows into the 

 Nyanza by a large river, about 200 yards wide, 

 near the village of Kazinga, where we halted for 

 a few days, and had a practical experience of the 

 present unsatisfactory state of the country. The 

 local chief, who had been until recently a subject 

 of the Uganda Protectorate, captured and ill-treated 

 some of our porters. I at once sent off half a dozen 

 of our police, who brought him back artistically tied 

 with ropes, and looking very sulky. He complained 

 that he had been deserted by the Uganda Govern- 

 ment, and, not unreasonably perhaps, that he did 

 not know to what country he really did belong. 

 In spite of his protests that he liked Englishmen 

 and was anxious to remain under our rule, I found 

 him a few days later taking presents to the Congo 

 authorities on the other side of the lake. When 

 he had been assured that it was only owing to 

 my extreme good-nature that he was not sent a 

 prisoner to Mbarara, he departed, and returned 

 presently with a peace-offering of three fat goats. 

 One of these goats was such a magnificent animal 

 that we could never make up our minds to kill him ; 

 and he travelled with us for four months until we 

 reached the Congo, where we left him in the care 

 of the commandant to improve the breed of goats 

 at Kasongo. 



Kazinga stands on rising ground above the lake, 

 and is a particularly unpleasant place, without any 

 shelter from the fierce heat of the sun or protection 



