ABSTRACT
WE marched out of Kampala on April 8th. As the rains were now at their height, camp-life had its disagreeables. Torrents descended daily, generally towards the afternoon, with a south-west wind. At times we marched along what were once the great roads of Uganda, and though they were now overgrown with grass, it was easy to trace them by the embankments which often bordered them, and the remains of culverts of palm-logs across the riverine swamps. They had been some 12 to 15 ft. wide. The general level of the country through which we marched was some 4000 ft. above the sea, the low hills being about 250 or 300 ft. higher. The whole country is a never-ending series of these low hills, with their corresponding valleys. There are no running streams, the lowest point in the valley
being generally a sluggish river-swamp, choked with papyrus and marsh growth, and often of bottomless mire.
