eard, with whom I obtained much amusement. It appears he
is a great man at riddles, and he asked me a great many.

One was, "What is it that always goes straight ahead, and never looks
back?"

I tried hard to answer him, but when finally he announced that it was a
river, I felt very foolish.

He then asked me, "What is it that is bone outside and meat within?"

The people laughed, and mocked me. Then he said that it was an egg,
which was very true.

Another question he gave me was, "What is it that looks both ways when
you pass it?"

Some said one thing, and some said another, and at last he answered that
it was grass.

Then he asked me, "What good thing was it which a man eats, and which he
constantly fastens his eyes upon while he eats, and after eating, throws
a half away?" I thought and considered, but I never knew what it was
until he told me that it was a roasted ear of Indian corn.

That old man was a very wise one, and among some of his sayings was that
"When people dream much, the old moon must be dying."

He also said that "When the old moon is dying, the hunter need never
leave home to seek game, because it is well known that he would meet
nothing."

And he further added, that at that time the potter need not try to bake
any pots, because the clay would be sure to be rotten.

Some other things which he said made me think a little of their meaning.

He said, "When people have provisions in their huts, they do not say,
Let us go into another man's house and rob him."

He also said, "When you see a crook-back, you do not ask him to stand
straight, nor an old man to join the dance, nor the man who is in pain,
to laugh."

And what he said about the traveller is very true. The man who clings
to his own hearth does not tickle our ears, like him who sees many
lands, and hears new stories.

The next day I stopped at a village near the little lake of Kitesa's
called Mtukura. The chief in charge loved talking so much, that he soon
made me as well acquainted with the affairs of his family as though he
courted my sister. His people are accustomed to eat frogs and rats, and
from the noise in the reeds, and the rustling and squealings in the roof
of the hut I slept in, I think there is little fear of famine in that
village. Nor are they averse, they tell me, to iguanas and those vile
feeders, the hyenas.

It is a common belief in the country that it was Naraki, a wife of Uni,
a sultan of Unyoro,