The Waha and Barundi 



one stone, for towards the end of the festivities he assembled 

 all the chiefs in the court house and gave them a few lessons 

 on their new duties under Belgian rule. 



That we arrived a week too late for this unique display 

 is a matter of the greatest regret to me, for the opportunity 

 to take moving pictures of such an event is never likely 

 to pass my way again. 



We were late in getting away from Kitega with our new 

 lot of porters, and perforce had to travel to the Mugera 

 Mission, our first halt, in the heat of the day. After the 

 dusty track and the really stiff climb up to this Mission 

 station, we were delighted to reach the shade of the many 

 beautiful trees planted there. Mugera, which stands on 

 the summit of a mountain six thousand five hundred feet 

 high, is one of the oldest missions in this part of the country, 

 being estabhshed there by the White Fathers as far back 

 as the year 1900. The Fathers, always such delightful 

 people, gave us a hearty welcome, all the more so because 

 we were the first visitors they had had for many months. 

 There were four Fathers and five Sisters at this Mission, 

 presided over by a bright-eyed Father-Superior named 

 Bonneau, with whom we became fast friends in a few hours. 

 The following morning after taking photographs we were 

 as usual provided with the best they had in the way of fresh 

 food, which included in this instance oranges and two fat 

 domesticated rabbits, and so we passed on, carrying with us 

 that jovial " well met " kind of feehng, the secret of which 

 " Les Peres Blancs " seem to hold. 



We made many friends amongst the Belgians and the 

 last on the list, Mr. Gernacrt-Willmar, the " Administra- 

 teur " of Kitega, rather felt his responsibility regarding my 



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