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forever seemingly on the line of march. They traverse forest paths 
in all directions along causeways of their own, worn in the soil by 
the passage of their thousands. 
“When you come across one of these armies of ants in motion, 
on either side of the main stream, which is perhaps only half an inch 
broad, there may be a couple of feet of biting warriors in a swarming 
mass on either side of the rapidly marching army of workers carry¬ 
ing pupae. Sentinels are out far and wide in all directions, and if 
you pause anywhere within a few feet of this marching body of ants 
you will very soon feel the consequences in a series of painful nips 
as though from red-hot pincers. These warrior ants know no fear. 
They attack any creature which comes near their line of march, 
burying their powerful mandibles in the flesh, and will then let the 
head be torn from the body sooner than give way. 
“One prominent feature in the landscape of Entebbe, and in fact 
of much of southern Uganda, are the lofty incense-trees (Pachy lobus). 
These grow to a great height and are perennially covered with a rich 
green pinnate foliage. The rugose trunk of thick girth sweats a 
whitish gum, which, scraped off and burnt on hot coals, produces the 
smoke of fragrant incense. These trees produce at certain seasons 
of the year enormous quantities of blue-black plums, which are the 
favorite food of gray parrots, violet plantain-eaters, and the great 
blue Corythoeola, besides monkeys and hornbills. Wherever, there¬ 
fore, there is one of these trees growing those who live in the neigh¬ 
borhood may enjoy all day long the contemplation of the gorgeous 
plumage of these birds, the antics and cries of the parrots, and the 
wild gambols of the monkeys.” 
Let us now take a glance at the people who inhabit this rich realm 
of Uganda—the happy people we would say, but for a fact with which 
we have yet to deal. On the opposite side of the Victoria Lake we 
passed through the tribe of the Kavirondos, a people who have a de¬ 
cided objection to the wearing of clothes, preferring the primitive sim¬ 
plicity of nature to all the allurements of fashion. As for their man¬ 
ners and customs, they have none other than such base shreds of 
manners as savages usually possess. 
Landing at Entebbe, with not many miles of water between, we 
