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suddenly drops like a stone with a splash into the water and 

 emerges with a wriggling fish neatly caught ; nor was it the tiny 

 many-coloured bird, the weight of whose brilliant-hued body 

 scarcely bends the water-reeds on which it perches ; nor was it 

 the glorious blue-backed species with the black shoulders ; nor 

 any other that I could think of. To see the ''golden kingfisher" 

 I went. The current swept my line into the form of a huge arc, 

 -the hooks got entangled in the reeds and lost, and it was sweating 

 hard work to row against the stream for even a short distance 



THE WANVORO CHIEF LEJUMBA. 



tack to our landing-place. As for the "golden kingfisher" — it 

 refused to show itself. Another long spell of time will have 

 to elapse before I am persuaded to try again the enthusiastic 

 angler's absorbing pursuit. 



About a quarter of an hour's walk from the fort, the Wanyoro 

 chief, Lejumba, has pitched his kraal. It is interesting to know that 

 he is the son and successor of chief Rionga, with whom Baker 

 Pasha made blood-brotherhocd. Lejumba allowed me to photo- 

 graph him with some of his sub-chiefs and leading men, and he 

 was as pleased as Punch when I presented him with a copy of 

 iiis likeness on the dav I left. He made recentlv a successful 



