Colonel Roosevelt at Mother Paul's Mission. 
Mother Paul is standing between her two native women, 
From a photograph by Kermit Roosevelt. 
either the head chief of the district, or a 
sub-chief, with presents: eggs, chickens, 
sheep, once or twice a bullock, always 
pineapples and bananas. The chief was 
always well dressed in flowing robes, and 
usually welcomed us with dignity and 
courtesy (sometimes, however, permitting 
the courtesy to assume the form of servil¬ 
ity); and We would have him in to tea, 
where he was sure to enjoy the bread 
and jam. Sometimes he came in a rick¬ 
shaw, sometimes in a kind of wickerwork 
palanquin, sometimes on foot. When we 
left his territory we made him a return gift. 
We avoided all old camping grounds, 
because of the spirillum tick. This danger¬ 
ous fever tick is one of the insect scourges 
of Uganda, for its bite brings on a virulent 
spirillum fever which lasts intermittently 
for months, and may be accompanied by 
partial paralysis. It is common on old 
camping grounds, and in native villages. 
The malarial mosquitoes also abound in 
places; and repeated attacks of malaria 
pave the way for black water fever, which 
is often fatal. 
The first day’s march from Kampalla led 
us through shambas, the fields of sweet 
potatoes and plantations of bananas being 
separated by hedges or by cane fences. 
Then for two or three days we passed over 
low hills and through swampy valleys, the 
whole landscape covered by a sea of ele¬ 
phant grass, the close-growing, coarse 
blades more than twice the height of a 
man on horseback. Here and there it was 
dotted with groves of strange trees; in these 
groves monkeys of various kinds—some 
black, some red-tailed, some auburn— 
chattered as they raced away among the 
branches; there were brilliant rollers and 
bee-eaters; little green and yellow parrots, 
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