CHAP. X.] 
FREEMASONRY OF UNYORO. 
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I had seen him. It was late, therefore I begged the 
crowd to depart, but to send a messenger the first 
thing in the morning to inform Kamrasi who we were, 
and to beg him to permit us to visit him without loss 
of time. 
A bundle of straw was laid on the ground for Mrs. 
Baker and myself, and in lieu of other beds, the ground 
was our resting-place. 
It was bitterly cold that night, as the guns were 
packed up in the large blanket, and, not wishing to 
expose them, we were contented with a Scotch plaid 
each. Ibrahim, Saat, and Richarn watched by turns. 
On the following morning an immense crowd of natives 
thronged to see us. There was a very beautiful tree 
about a hundred yards from the village, capable of 
shading upwards of a thousand men, and I proposed 
that we should sit beneath this protection and hold a 
conference. The headman of the village gave us a 
large hut with a grand doorway of about seven feet 
high, of which my wife took possession, while I joined 
the crowd at the tree. There were about six hundred 
men seated respectfully on the ground around me, while 
I sat with my back to the huge knotty trunk, with 
Ibrahim and Richarn at a few paces distance. 
The subject of conversation was merely a repetition 
of that of the preceding night, with the simple addition 
of some questions respecting the lake. Not a man 
would give the slightest information; the only reply, 
upon my forcing the question, was the pantomime 
already described by passing the forefinger across the 
throat, and exclaiming, “ Kamrasi!” The entire popu¬ 
lation was tongue-locked. I tried the children; to no 
purpose, they were all dumb. White-headed old men 
I questioned as to the distance of the lake from this 
point; they replied, “We are children, ask the old 
people who know the country/ 1 Never was freemasonry 
more secret than the land of Unyoro. It was useless 
to persevere. I therefore changed the subject by saying 
that our people were starving on the other side, and 
