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the embouchures of the Borea river. We pulled 

 up stream for about a mile, when we came to an 

 opening on the left bank, and, after a quarter of 

 an hour's pull up a creek so narrow that the trees 

 above met over our heads, we entered a lagoon, on 

 the banks of which was situated Walker's Factory, 

 three tolerably sized huts. Here Knight had 

 business with the manager, so Walker and I, re- 

 entering our boats, started on a cruise up King 

 Passall's River. I took in my boat one of the 

 native traders from the factory, who knew the 

 river, and as we went along he pointed me out a 

 creek on the right bank which he said led to the 

 Camaroons. 



Both sides of the river were densely wooded, 

 mangroves growing in the water, with palms and 

 large forest trees further inland. There appeared to 

 be no savannahs or natural clearings, the only 

 gaps and openings were creeks and lagoons, some 

 of which we explored, and found to be " culs de 

 sac."" In the soft mud of one of these places we 

 found the spoor of hippopotami, but we never 

 caught sight of any of these animals, although we 



