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but these White Fathers have no restful leave of absence to look 

 forward to. I had the privilege, although myself a Protestant, 

 of enjoying the friendship of more than one of this heroic band. 

 I knew the Venerable Pere.Guillemin when he was simply Father 

 Superior ; he became Bishop, and shortly afterwards he died. 

 Sir Gerald Portal in his book mentions the hospitality of these 

 White Fathers. I, too, have had the honour of being invited 

 to their table. One evening Judge Collinson and I were their 

 guests, and I tasted for the first time a ripe mango in Uganda. 

 Last time I visited them they told me they now formed the 

 "quadruple alliance," because one of their number happened 

 to be a Frenchman, the other a Belgian, IMonseigneur the 

 Bishop an Alsatian, and the fourth man, if I remember rightly, 

 an Austrian. 



These White Fathers have a rule, which the Church Mission 

 Society has also adopted, of never having a missionary living 

 lonely and solitary 

 by himself. There 

 are always two at 

 least together in every 

 mission station, and 

 if death removes one, 

 another is sent to 

 make up the number. 

 They devote some of 

 their leisure to gar- 

 dening, and to be 

 able to enjoy a ripe 

 mango from a mango- 

 tree raised by them 

 from seed is sufficient 

 proof that merited 

 success has rewarded 

 their efforts. The 

 courteous greeting 

 extended by their 



converts to passing strangers is noticed at once by all accus- 

 tomed to the surly indifference of Protestant native converts 

 towards any white man they do not happen to know. 



A white negro belongs to the same class of curiosities of 

 Nature as a white blackbird. There is at Kampala a boy who 



AN ALBINO-NEGRO. 



