CHAPTER VI. 
HUNT FOR GORILLAS.—A LARGE ONE SHOT.—THE NEGROES 
MAKE CHARMS OF HIS BRAIN. — MOURNING IN A BAKA- 
LAI TOWN. 4 
I AM in the densest part of the jungle! 
What am I doing in that jungle, armed to the teeth, 
and loaded with provisions? . 
If you could have looked closely you would have 
seen three black men with me. They also were armed 
to the teeth and were loaded with provisions. Their 
bodies were painted and they were covered with war- 
fetiches ; and if they thought their fetiches had any power 
it was time to wear them, for if we were not going to make 
war with man, we were to hunt and try to meet the ter- 
rible and ferocious gorilla. 
Yes, we were in fighting trim, and we intended to re- 
main in the forest as long as our provisions would hold 
out. 
I had my best gun with me, which had been loaded 
in the most careful manner that very morning. My three 
men, Miengai, Makinda, and Yeava, had also loaded their 
guns, which were flint-locks. They had loaded them 
tremendously, and instead of lead bullets had rammed 
down four or five pieces of iron bar or rough broken cast- 
iron pieces, making the whole charge eight or ten fingers 
deep. 
