202 IN BRIGHTEST AFRICA 
did not believe much in the danger to us from the 
gorillas, I was greatly afraid that with a large hunting 
party there might be equally little danger to them. 
So it was determined that I should try to insure the 
Museum some specimens and if possible get the first 
moving pictures of live wild gorillas ever taken. 
It was a three days’ march from Kissenyi to the 
White Friars’ Mission at Lulenga in the interior. This 
Mission I found was the base from which Barnes 
operated and also, I learned, it was the base the Prince 
of Sweden had used. It lay near the foot of Mt. 
Mikeno in a country of volcanic origin. The White 
Friars themselves carry on here the teaching of the 
Catholic religion to which they add the practice of 
medicine and teaching of manual training. Some 
of the friars have been there as long as seventeen 
years. At the Mission I was supplied with a guide. 
I went a little way into the woods and was shown 
signs that gorillas had fed there within a day or two. 
I was nervous and anxious. The long trip was done. 
I was actually in the gorilla country. I was an al- 
ternating current of eagerness to go and fear that I 
should find nothing. 
The latter mood prevailed the next morning, for 
although I was ready to start for the bamboos by 
daylight my guides, who were supposed to be in 
camp, were nowhere to be found. I had to send for 
them, but we did not get started before eight. 
We trailed up through the forest into the bamboos, 
seeing signs of elephant and buffalo—some of the 
signs being made the night before—and I had to 
