After the affiliation of the Toro branch with the medical headquarters at Mengo, the work was placed on a far more satisfactory basis. A report had to be sent in every three months with statistics dealing with daily attendance at the dispensary, out-patients’ visits, etc. Then, in addition to this, a list was made out yearly of drugs and dressings needed for the forthcoming twelve months, which ensured an adequate and regular supply of medicine. The work, however, passed through a varied succession of small vicissitudes. Our faked-up building had to be pulled down, as the site was needed for a new missionary’s house, but in exchange we got a brand-new airy dispensary. We scarcely knew ourselves with such spacious surroundings, and the two little native assistants, who had been trained to attend to all dressings, assumed quite a ridiculous air of professional importance, to say nothing of the feelings of the quack doctor! But at the end of a fortnight we were completely evicted from our grand premises—patients, staff, drugs, and all. A violent storm had destroyed the only house that had been standing ready to receive a fresh addition to the staff of missionaries, which was then only within a few days of arrival in Toro. As there was not another available inch, the new dispensary had to be speedily converted into a domicile. Feeling decidedly crest-fallen, my little assistants and I packed up all the medical impedimenta and carried them over to a little reed building that had been the reading school till the constantly increasing inside pack had necessitated more ceremonious premises. We completed our removal, and had not been installed many weeks when a furious hurricane swept over the little hill capital, and succeeding in throwing our new dispensary completely over on its side. When the debris and roof were cleared away, a most heterogeneous collection of medicines were revealed, all hopelessly mixed up in wild confusion. Pills of every shape and form were scattered about, bottles of liquid drugs, and stock mixtures had been smashed up, and the combination of odours was enough to frighten away all the microbes for miles round. Once more, and for the fourth time, the dispensary was transferred to different quarters, and there it remained until the present complete medical compound was erected at the advent of the much-longed-for and long-expected doctor in 1904. Through the generosity of a friend in England the “Gurney Hospital” and new dispensary were then built, together with the doctor’s house. The former is a good-sized building consisting of two wards for thirty-four patients, besides consulting and waiting rooms, while the broad ten-foot verandah which runs all round allows ample space for convalescents.