Getting To Boat Again,
After A Very Little Paddling We Pulled In To Shore, On The Uganda
Side, To Stop For The Night, And Thus Allowed The Injured Wanyoro
To Go Down The River Before Us.
I was much annoyed by this
interruption, but no argument would prevail on Kasoro to go on.
This was the last village on the Uganda frontier, and before we
could go any farther on boats it would be necessary to ask leave
of Kamrasi's frontier officer, N'yamyonjo, to enter Unyoro. The
Wanguana demanded ammunition in the most imperious manner, whilst
I, in the same tone, refused to issue any lest a row should take
place and they then would desert, alluding to their dastardly
desertion in Msalala, when Grant was attacked. If a fight should
take place, I said they must flock to me at once, and ammunition,
which was always ready, would be served out to them. They
laughed at this, and asked, Who would stop with me when the fight
began? This was making a jest of what I was most afraid of - that
they would all run away.
I held a levee to decide on the best manner of proceeding. The
Waganda wanted us to stop for the day and feel the way gently,
arguing that etiquette demands it. Then, trying to terrify me,
they said, N'yamyonjo had a hundred boats, and would drive us
back to a certainty if we tried to force past them, if he were
not first spoken with, as the Waganda had often tried the passage
and been repulsed.
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