A daily attendance of thirty to fifty sick folk soon exhausted our limited supply of drugs, and when Dr. and Mrs. A. Cook, on an itinerating round, paid a medical visit to Toro twelve months after our arrival they found the medicine almost completely used up. Till the arrival of fresh stores the patients were being kept together by supplementing the diminished stock with table salt, mixed spice, and curry powder. This latter I found was a much-appreciated prescription, and as none of the missionaries were partial to it and each had a good supply among their stores, I dispensed it generously to dyspeptic patients. You never saw such agonizing grimaces as when they swallowed a spoonful raw, but they smacked their lips, saying, “Omubazi mubingi muno muno,” “Medicine very very good,” and would have finished off the whole tin if they had been allowed. That visit from the real “medicine-man” was a grand time for our people, and they were not slow to show their appreciation and wonderment when opthalmic patients found themselves with “new windows,” and surgical subjects, the possessors of “new bodies.” After that the Toro dispensary became amalgamated with the Mengo Medical Mission, and was regularly supplied with medicines. The chief diseases met with out there are skin complaints, malaria, dyspepsia, pleurisy, bronchitis, besides paralysis, muscular rheumatism, dysentery, and pneumonia. Owing to the inexperience of the dispenser nothing surgical was attempted in those days beyond lancing abscesses and gums, cutting tongue-tied infants, and stitching up leopard-torn patients. One man was brought in from a leopard hunt in a terrible condition; limbs and body were badly damaged, while the face was scarcely visible, the flesh of forehead and one cheek having been torn away, exposing bone and teeth. The extraordinary thing was, that after weeks and weeks of careful treatment, some very deep scars were the only signs remaining of the terrible ordeal he had passed through.