C H A P T E R XVI I I .
A C R O S S L A K E V IC T O R IA N Y A N Z A TO U G A N D A
ON the 15th October, 1893, nine boats came for me
from Bukoba, and two days later I started from
Muanza. I was not sorry to g o ; the daily business
of kiboko was beginning to pall. Two hours and a half
on the lake brought me to the_ island of Juma, where
I found Mr. Wise, who had just returned from Uganda.
Everything, he told me, was quiet, there. Mr. Wise, a
former clerk of Stokes’, had built a house in the most
charming spot, surrounded by trees, with a garden full
of flowers; and he gave me the most cordial hospitality
that night. Like me he was much shocked by the
proceedings of the Germans. When he passed through
Bukoba, the sergeant-major in command said to him,
“ Did you know that there is a Frenchman going to
Uganda, who is sent by the French Government? He
will make the English sit up.”
Starting next day we came on the 19th to the west
extremity of the island of Kome, where I landed in order
to allow the men to eat. The Germans had warned me
against the people there, telling me that they had lately
fired on a native soldier; but I knew that native soldier.
I had my own ideas as to the probable disposition of the
natives, and thought I would chance their hostility. I
was extremely well received by them, and they gave
me their version of the story. The askari, said they, had
come with the Anti-Slavery Society’s boat; with the
crew he had at once begun pillaging everything. The
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