Missions -- Uganda; Negrillos; Uganda -- Description and travel
The next morning we found the waters had gone down sufficiently to
enable us to venture cautiously. It was not, however, a very desirable
experience; about twenty men supported the hammock while the waters
were foaming and roaring beneath and coming right over the sides of
the canvas; two men who were attempting to lift it out of the water by
holding on to the sides were carried away by the strength of the current,
then all the remaining availables made a hasty grab at the other side,
with the result that I was on the point of being overturned and pitched
out. I just managed to save myself by hanging on to the pole, but got
drenched through.
The following morning we started off at 7 a.m. The scenery was enchanting
and the air very invigorating. We continued steadily marching until
11.30, passing through hamlets absolutely deserted on account of the
destructive visits of the elephants, which had torn up the banana trees
from the roots, trampled down the Indian corn, and razed to the ground
the little grass houses of the people. They themselves had fled in
terror, leaving the wild pigs to feast on their potato patches.
The four and a half hours’ walk gave us a decided hankering after an
A.B.C. or Gatti, also a change of clothing, as our boots felt like water
cisterns and our skirts were weighted with mud and water that literally
trickled off the edges. The porters put our boxes down under a tree and
went off in search of what they could pick up in the way of food, while
we fished out some dry things and indulged in a meal of goat soup and
cold chicken. Our guide told us another hour and a half would find us in
camp, but at the end of two hours hard walking and no signs of our tent
being visible we inquired how much further had we to go. “Oh,” said one
of the porters, “it is impossible to halt here, three hours more will
bring us to water and food.” This fairly did for us; we had somehow doled
out our walking powers without reckoning for this extra distance, and we
felt decidedly despondent. The natives always underestimate distance in
order that the very prospect should not have a discouraging effect on a
pedestrian’s spirits.
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