The routes to the sea, _viâ_ Uganda, through Ankori, to Ruanda, and thence to Tanganika--We decide on the Ankori route--We halt at Kitété, and are welcomed in the name of King Antari--Entertained by Masakuma and his women--A glad message from King Antari’s mother--Two Waganda Christians, named Samuel and Zachariah, appear in camp: Zachariah relates a narrative of astounding events which had occurred in Uganda--Mwanga, King of Uganda; his behaviour--Our people recovering from the fever epidemic--March up the valley between Iwanda and Denny Range--We camp at Wamaganga--Its inhabitants--The Rwizi Eiver crossed--Present from the king’s mother--The feelings of the natives provoked by scandalous practices of some of my men--An incident illustrating the different views men take of things--Halt at the valley of Rusussu--Extract from my diary--We continue our journey down Namianja Valley--The peaceful natives turn on us, but are punished by Prince Uchunku’s men--I go through the rite of blood-brotherhood with Prince Uchunku--The Prince’s wonder at the Maxim gun--A second deputation from the Waganda Christians: my long cross-examination of them: extract from my journal--My answer to the Christians--We enter the valley of Mavona--And come in sight of the Alexandra Valley--The Alexandra Nile. On the evening of July 3rd the officers of the Expedition were summoned to my friend to assist me in the decision as to which of the following routes we should adopt for our seaward march. They were told thus:-- “Gentlemen,--We are met to decide which route we shall choose to travel to reach the sea. You deserve to have a voice in the decision. I will give you impartially what may be said for or against each. [Sidenote: 1889. July 3. Ankori.] “I. As to the route _viâ_ Uganda along my old road to the mouth of the Katonga. If, as in the old days, the king was friendly, I could take the Expedition to Dumo, on the Victoria Lake, and I would find means to borrow his canoes to transport us to Kavirondo, whence, after preparing live stock and grain, we could start for Kikuyu, and thence to Mombasa. But Mwanga is not Mtesa; the murderer of Bishop Hannington can be no friend of ours. If we proceeded to Uganda, we should have two alternatives before us; to fight, or give up our arms. If we did either we should only have undergone all this trouble to uselessly sacrifice those whom we have in our charge.