ABSTRACT
After such a night’s rest as we had not experienced for many a day we rose on the morning of the 15th as fresh as the lark. We were in excellent spirits. The long-looked-for day had come at last and we were to go to Ganda, at least so the Gallas told us. Hurrah! we might have been schoolboys going home for their holidays, instead of defenceless men going to meet a crowd of savages whom we had reason to believe were not over friendly in their feeling towards us.
