APOLO KIVEBULAYA. A SCHOOL IN TORO. A VIADUCT ON THE UGANDA RAILROAD. BACK FROM THE SNOWS: BAKONJO PORTERS. BLASIYO: FIRST BAPTISED PIGMY. CROSSING THE MULUKU RIVER. KICUCEI CAMP. KING DANDI KASAGAMA OF TORO AND HIS CHIEFS. MULUKU GLACIER. NEW CHURCH, KABAROLE TORO. OUR HOME IN TORO. PORT OF MOMBASA. SNOW PEAKS. STIFF CLIMBING: A CLIMB TO THE SNOWS. TABALA, CHIEF OF MBOGA, AND SUITE. THE ALBERT EDWARD LAKE. THE BA-AMBAS: NEAREST NEIGHBOURS TO THE PIGMIES. THE BAHUKU: CANNIBAL RACE. THE BAKONJO AT HOME. THE BATORO AT HOME. THE FOUR PIGMIES AT KABAROLE. THE KIDONG ESCARPMENT. THE MARKET PLACE. THE NEW BOAT ON VICTORIA NYANZA. THE SEMLIKI RIVER. CHAPTER I A Journey on the Uganda Railroad Four Years Ago It was in the beginning of the year 1900 that a British India steamer cast anchor and set down on African soil a party of seven missionaries bound for distant Uganda. Six of that number might be termed “freshers,” for they were complete strangers to the “dark continent,” and absolutely uninitiated in the art of African travelling. It is a little difficult to define the feelings of a new arrival who has before him or her the prospect of life and work in that country. The memories of magnificent lives laid down for its people fill the heart with an intensely solemn sense of responsibility and dignity; records of travel and adventure kindle a love of daring, and a desire for opportunities of heroism; while the meagre knowledge that exists on the interior districts breaks the imagination of the traveller away from its leading strings. The port of British East Africa—the Island of Mombasa—is a typical foreign mercantile coast town, with its medley of craft, ships, yachts, tugs, boats and canoes manned by seamen of various nationalities, pushing, hustling and screaming in all the tongues of Babel. The handsome old Arab fortress that stands on its jagged rocky prominence as a sentinel at the entrance of the harbour, takes one back to the time before the port was taken over by the British, and when it was used by those who had carried on the terrible slave traffic in the interior. A little to the left is to be seen the British Consulate with its Union Jack fluttering from the mast as the emblem of liberty and justice to all who come under its jurisdiction.