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or rather like big gray bells, in the trees. Near the lake, by 

 the way, there were Goliath beetles, as large as small rats. 

 Ten days from Kampalla we crossed the little Kafu 

 River, the black, smooth current twisting quickly along 

 between beds of plumed papyrus. Beyond it we entered 

 the native kingdom of Unyoro. It is part of the British pro- 

 tectorate of Uganda, but is separate from the native king- 

 dom of Uganda, though its people in ethnic type and social 

 development seem much the same. We halted for a day 



Porters entering camp at Hoima 

 From a photograph by J. Alden Loring 



at Hoima, a spread-out little native town, pleasantly situ- 

 ated among hills, and surrounded by plantations of cot- 

 ton, plaintains, yams, millet, and beans. It is the capital 

 of Unyoro, where the king lives, as well as three or four 

 English officials, and Episcopalian and Roman Catholic 

 missionaries. The king, accompanied by his prime-min- 

 ister and by the English commissioner, called on me, and 

 I gave him five-o'clock tea; he is a Christian, as are most 

 of his chiefs and headmen, and they are sending their 

 children to the mission schools. 



A heron, about the size of our night heron but with a 

 longer neck, and with a curiously crow-like voice, strolled 

 about among the native houses at Hoima; and the kites 



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