stranded in the wilderness. Such a delay is rapidly becoming a thing of the past, and, as a rule, the train makes a very good journey. The train ride is full of interest to the traveller. The types of various nations seen at the stations and along the route, and the numerous herds of wild animals, prove a source of wonder and amusement, though there are great tracts of country in which no sign of life at all can be seen. On our arrival at Ugowe Bay, in all probability, a steamer will be found waiting. There are other names applied to this bay. One is Port Florence, another is Kisumu, but they all refer to the same place, which is a large bay forty-five miles long in Kavirondo.
It is here we get our first glimpse of the great Victoria Lake, or Nyanza, as the natives call a lake. It is well known by now that the lake is sufficiently big to put into it the whole of Ireland. Roughly
