Missions -- Uganda; Negrillos; Uganda -- Description and travel
feeling the importance of his commission, essayed to issue his commands
in true British fashion by using a few words he had picked up from the
English lieutenant in Toro. He drilled his men just outside our tent
door, and it was evident that the language of their general, as he bawled
out incomprehensible English, was quite a conundrum to the men, and in
concealed whispers he was obliged to repeat his orders in the native
tongue.
A remarkably fine view of Ruwenzori snows was obtained at the junction
of Ankole and Toro. With no cloud to intercept, miles of glittering ice
stood out against a sapphire sky, and pushed down a hundred streams that
tumbled in impetuous speed and flowed as swift rivulets through the
forests that crossed our path. Only those who have known the weariness
of continual walking in the tropics can rightly appreciate the joy that
these forest shades and the cool, refreshing rivers bring. At no time of
the year could the country have been seen to better advantage; the grass
fires had carried off all the long withered grass, and the hills were
now carpetted with fresh, green glades. The forests displayed a strange
variety of colouring, for the young buds of spring, the luxuriant verdure
of summer, blended in exquisite contrast and harmony with the gold and
ruddy tints of autumn. Shrubs of wild jessamine and seven-petalled tuber
roses were in rich bloom on the roadside. These latter are called by
the natives “Eky skulema njoju,” “that which gets the better of the
elephants,” for although the bark is comparatively slender, it can
stubbornly resist the force of the powerful elephant trunks that make
matchwood of the larger forest trees.
Two days further marching brought us to the boundary of Ankole, and glad
were we to leave behind the rains of Toro, which had made the paths so
slimy that with difficulty we maintained the perpendicular. Our peaceable
caravan was evidently mistaken for a raiding horde. The villagers were
in a most perturbed state of mind as we pressed on; the men collected
together all their women, children, and goats and packed them off with
all speed to hide in the swamps and hills, while a few of them remained
hidden on the outskirts of the huts to sound an alarm at our approach.
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