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to go any further, we made a fire to dry our cloaks, which 
were literally soaked with perspiration. A little water 
brought us by the wives of these bushmen, for they had no 
hut, was our supper, and the broken granite stones our 
bed. The water was a strong chalybeate. The night was 
however fine, though cold, so that our bivouac, for want of 
our coats, which, on the expectation of being back the same 
evening, we had not brought, was not over comfortable ; 
and at five o’clock in the morning of the 29th I quitted it to 
take a view of the river. One of the bushmen informed us, 
that after a short reach to the eastward it again ran to the 
south, and then turned back to the north, pointing out the 
hills and a banza, named Yonga, round which it turned ; 
and according to his account, after two days journey in a 
canoe higher up, another Sangalla occurred, worse than the 
first. We also learnt that the banza, which we intended 
to have gone to the evening before, had been deserted 
for some time; the people, it seems, had robbed some 
slave merchants returning from Embomma with their 
goods, and fearing the consequences, had all taken to the 
bush. After a small portion of roasted manioc and a 
draught of water for breakfast, we proceeded on our return 
to Inga; and, having climbed a tremendous hill which 
hangs over the river, we came to three or four huts, where 
