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UGANDA 
[CH. XIII 
Ten days from Kampalla we crossed the little Kafu 
River, the black, smooth current twisting quickly along 
between beds of plumed papyrus. Beyond it we entered 
the native kingdom of Unyoro. It is part of the British 
protectorate of Uganda, but is separate from the native 
kingdom of Uganda, though its people in ethnic type 
and social development seem much the same. We 
halted for a day at Hoima, a spread-out little native 
town, pleasantly situated among hills, and surrounded 
by plantations of cotton, plaintains, yams, millet, and 
beans. It is the capital of Unyoro, where the king 
lives, as well as three or four English officials, and 
Episcopalian and Roman Catholic missionaries. The 
king, accompanied by his prime minister and by the 
English Commissioner, called on me, and I gave him 
five o’clock tea. He is a Christian, as are most of his 
chiefs and headmen, and they are sending their children 
to the mission schools. 
A heron, about the size of our night heron, but with 
a longer neck, and with a curiously crow-like voice, 
strolled about among the native houses at Hoima ; and 
the kites almost brushed us with their wings as they 
swooped down for morsels of food. The cheerful, con¬ 
fiding little wagtails crossed the threshold of the rest- 
house in which we sat. Black and white crows and 
vultures came around camp ; and handsome, dark 
hawks, with white on their wings and tails, and with 
long, conspicuous crests, perched upright on the trees. 
There were many kinds of doves; one pretty little 
fellow was but six inches long. At night the jackals 
wailed with shrill woe among the gardens. 
From Hoima we entered a country covered with the 
tall, rank elephant-grass. It was traversed by papyrus- 
bordered streams, and broken by patches of forest, The 
