their school children in all kinds of indus¬ 
trial work, taking especial pains to develop 
those industries that were natural to them 
and would be of use when they returned 
to their own homes. Both at Bishop Han¬ 
lon’s mission, and at Bishop Streicher’s, 
the Mission of the White Fathers—orig¬ 
inally a French organization, which has 
established churches and schools in al¬ 
most all parts of Africa—the fathers were 
teaching the native men to cultivate cof¬ 
fee, and various fruits and vegetables. 
I called on the little king, who is being 
well trained by his English tutor—few 
tutors perform more exacting or responsible 
duties—and whose comfortable house was 
furnished in English fashion. I met his 
native advisers, shrewd, powerful looking 
men; and went into the Council Chamber, 
where I was greeted by the council, sub¬ 
stantial looking men, well dressed in the 
native fashion, and representing all the 
districts of the kingdom. When we visited 
the king it was after dark, and we were 
received by smart looking 
black soldiers in ordinary 
khaki uniform, while accom¬ 
panying them were other 
attendants dressed in the 
old-time native fashion; men 
with flaming torches, and 
others with the big Uganda 
drums which they beat to 
an accompaniment of wild 
cries. These drums are 
characteristic of Uganda; 
each chief has one, and beats 
upon it his own peculiar tat¬ 
too. The king, and all other 
people of consequence, white, 
Indian, or native, went round 
in rickshaws, one man pull¬ 
ing in the shafts and three 
others pushing behind. The 
rickshaw men ran well, and 
sang all the time, the man in 
the shafts serving as shanty- 
man, while the three behind 
repeated in chorus every sec¬ 
ond or two a kind of clang¬ 
ing note; and this went on 
without a break, hour after 
