370 UGANDA [ch. xiii 
that I had never even realized that it was an Ameri¬ 
canism. 
At Bishop Hanlon’s mission, where I lunched with 
the Bishop, there was a friend, Mother Paul, an 
American; before I left America I had promised that 
I would surely see her, and look into the work which 
she and the Sisters associated with her were doing. It 
was delightful seeing her; she not merely spoke my 
language, but my neighbourhood dialect. She informed 
me that she had just received a message of goodwill for 
me in a letter from two of “the finest”—of course I 
felt at home when in mid-Africa, under the Equator, I 
received in such fashion a message from two of the 
men who had served under me in the New York police. 1 
She had been teaching her pupils to sing some lines of 
the “ Star-spangled Banner ” in English, in my especial 
honour; and of course had been obliged, in writing it 
out, to use spelling far more purely phonetic than I had 
ever dreamed of using. The first lines ran as follows : 
(Some of our word sounds have no equivalent in 
Uganda.) 
u O se ka nyu si bai di mo nseli laiti 
(O say can you see by the morn’s 2 early light) 
Wati so pulauli wi eli adi twayi laiti silasi giremi ” 
(What so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last gleaming.) 
After having taught the children the first verse in 
this manner, Mother Paul said that she stopped to avoid 
brain fever. 
1 For the benefit of those who do not live in the neighbourhood 
of New York, I may explain that all good or typical New Yorkers 
invariably speak of their police force as “ the finest ” ; and if any 
one desires to know what a 46 good” or u typical ” New Yorker is, 
I shall add, on the authority of either Brander Matthews or the 
late H. C. Bunner—I forget which—that when he isn’t a 
Southerner or of Irish or German descent, he is usually a man 
born out West of New England parentage, 
3 Sic, 
