CHAPTER XI. 
WE GO TO GANDA. 
FTER such a night's rest as we had not experi- 
l\ enced for many a day we rose on the morning of 
the 15th as fresh as the lark. We were in excellent 
spirits. The long-looked-for day had come at last 
and we were to go to Ganda, at least so the Gallas 
told us. Hurrah ! we might have been schoolboys 
going home for their holidays, instead of defenceless 
men going to meet a crowd of savages whom we had 
reason to believe were not over friendly in their feeling 
towards us. 
But there was no starting till some time after the 
sun had risen, for it was necessary to our comfort that 
the mosquitos should be dispersed. At length we 
packed ourselves within our dug-out canoes once more, 
all squatting down in the bottom exactly in the centre, 
with our knees under our chins, and holding on to 
the sides as if for our very lives. " Steady ! Steady ! 
whose that sitting on one side ? All right ! No ; some 
one moves again, and over she rolls, shipping a sea 
that covers the bottom of the boat, and we are sitting 
in two inches of water. " Now, all right ? " Yes, go 
on ahead." " Don't hang your hand over the side of 
