CHAPTER X. 
UGANDA, MAY 27 TO JULY 7, 1862 — MEETING WITH CAPTAIN 
SPEKE — AUDIENCE WITH THE KING OF UGANDA — THE 
QUEEN'S DRAWING-ROOM — THE DETECTIVE SYSTEM — THE 
EXECUTIONERS — STICK DRILL — INGENIOUS WORKMEN IN 
UGANDA — A STORM. 
The day of my arrival at the Uganda capital, the 
27th of May 1862, was one not only of intense joy, 
but deep thankfulness. I felt that my prayers for 
our safety had been heard. Speke and I had been 
separated for upwards of four months, and on being 
led by some of his men to the small hut he occupied, 
we were so happy to be together again, and had so 
much to say, that when the pages of the king burst 
in with the royal mandate that his Highness must see 
me "to-morrow," we were indignant at the intrusion. 
The morrow, however, came, and with it the same sharp, 
intelligent boys, to say that my stool might be brought 
to sit upon in the presence of the king. Accordingly, 
the present of a gun and some ammunition having been 
graciously received by him, at three o'clock, dressed in 
my best suit — i. e., white trousers, blue flannel coat, 
shepherd s-plaid shirt, a helmet, and a red turban — I 
