CHAPTER XLVII 
The Successful End of the African Hunt 
K AMPALA, the capital of Daudi Gehewa, the boy king of 
Uganda, lies about twenty-four miles from Entebbe, the port 
of the lake traffic and the seat of British authority in that 
part of midland Africa. A protectorate Uganda is called. This is 
to cater to the susceptibility of the partly civilized natives. It is wise 
to let such a people fancy that they are an independent nation, but the 
gloved hand of British authority has iron in its grasp and the African 
ruler is only a useful puppet to be cajoled and played with by the actual 
rulers. 
In this city of Kampala Colonel Roosevelt found himself after his 
long hunting career; resting let us say, but it was a Rooseveltian rest. 
Here is a record of one day, December 22, of our hunter’s life in the 
Uganda capital. The morning began with an antelope hunt on the 
surrounding plain. This was only an appetizer for the day’s work. 
On his return to the verdant, leaf-shrouded town he made a call on 
Mother Paul, the American superior of the convent, and had a long 
interview with her. On leaving he visited the Catholic mission; fol¬ 
lowing this up by taking part in the ceremony of dedicating a wing 
recently added to the Church Mission Society hospital. This done, 
he finished the morning’s work by taking lunch with Bishop Hanlon. 
This series of performances was followed in the afternoon by a recep¬ 
tion of the King of Uganda, who paid a visit of ceremony to the dis¬ 
tinguished visitor then honoring his capital by his presence. Subse¬ 
quently, in company with King Dandi, he became the guest of honor 
at a dinner given by Mr. F. A. Knowles, the British sub-commissioner, 
to the African monarch and the American ex-President. 
Evidently Mr. Roosevelt was losing no time. He had now reached 
the climax of his African career, and was soon to turn his back on 
the hunter’s paradise in which he had lived for months and begin his 
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