Whilst I Was Preparing My Massey's Log To Show The Use Of It To
The King, He Went Off Boating
Without me; and as the few
remaining boats would not take me off because they had received
no orders to
Do so, I fired guns, but, getting no reply, went
into the country hoping to find game; but, disappointed in that
also, I spent the first half of the day with a hospitable old
lady, who treated us to the last drop of pombe in her house - for
the king's servants had robbed her of nearly everything - smoked
her pipe with me, and chatted incessantly on the honour paid her
by the white king's visit, as well as of the horrors of Uganda
punishment, when my servants told her I saved the life of one
queen. Returning homewards, the afternoon was spent at a
hospitable officer's, who would not allow us to depart until my
men were all fuddled with pombe, and the evening setting in
warned us to wend our way. On arrival at camp, the king, quite
shocked with himself for having deserted me, asked me if I did
not hear his guns fire. He had sent twenty officers to scour the
country, looking for me everywhere. He had been on the lake the
whole day himself, and was now amusing his officers with a little
archery practice, even using the bow himself, and making them
shoot by turns. A lucky shot brought forth immense applause, all
jumping and n'yanzigging with delight, whether it was done by
their own bows or the king's.
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