UGANDA JOURNAL.


 He was awarded the C.M.G., in reality for cumulative merit, but as it ap-
peared at the time it was (a) for rescuing a Secretary of State who had come
out to the Coast, and had been kidnapped by the tribesmen, and (b) owing to
representations made to the proper quarter by Bosambo. It is hinted that for
his final services in pacifying the "Old King's" country he was made a K.C.M.G.
 In spite of his somewhat irregular, not to say highhanded, methods of ad-
ministration, of which more anon, he enjoyed in general the support and confid-
ence of his immediate superior officers, a succession of Administrators of
the West Coast Territories, and also that of the Colonial Office. It is true that
he did not see eye to eye with all the men who occupied the office of Administ-
rator, but we are informed that at least one of the latter received a hint from the
Colonial Office that, whereas new Administrators were not far to seek, Sanders
as Commissioner of the River Lands was irreplaceable. In fact his name became
a legend in Downing Street and on one of his leaves he had, much against his
will, to accept an invitation to stay the week-end at the Secretary of State's
country house.
 In appearance he was spare and of medium height, and clean-shaven. His
complexion was yellow. His hair was originally red, but was grey before he was
40, and was always very closely cropped. His eyes were grey and he had peculiarly
keen eyesight. Usually, though not always, he was dressed in immaculate white.
His hand-writing was particularly neat.
 He was not free from certain mannerisms. He constantly tapped the toe of
his boot with the black ebony cane he usually carried. When dealing with an
offender, he perched his head on one side like a bird, he tapped his teeth, he
wrinkled his nose like an angry terrier, he glared through narrowed eyelids, and,
when in the throes of composition of an official report, he nibbled his pen-
holder. He rarely smiled, though he had a grim sense of humour.
 He was short of temper, particularly after a bout of malaria, caustic of
speech, and he swore on the slightest provocation.
 He was by no means infallible, for he made mistakes, at times, through
over-precipitate action, and was on occasion deceived by a particularly plausible
native.
 He was sufficiently human to enjoy his morning tea and to take a siesta
 on Sunday afternoons, and sufficiently superstitious to touch wood occasionally;
 he had a very definite horror of snakes.
 His habits were abstemious, though he kept some good champagne, port and
hock in his cellar for special celebrations.(5) On only two occasions is it related
that he drank whisky-albeit on each of them he mixed himself a "stiff peg."
On a third occasion he indulged in a drink which by the description given was
apparently a species of 'John Collins.'

 (5) "0 Abiboo, bring me from the cold cellar one bottle of the wine with the golden
 end and also one bottle of the wine with the dust of many days."