FAREWELL TO THE CONGO 259 



Boma is a depressing place, and I was glad 

 enough when the steam tug took us down the 

 last forty miles of the Congo to Banana, where 

 we found the Albertville with steam up and ready 

 for home. As we rounded the Point, the last thing 

 we saw was the Congo flag, the yellow star on 

 the blue ground, waving above the palm-trees, and 

 the last sound of the Congo that we heard was 

 the bugler sounding the call of ' Cease work.' 



' You cannot see the land, my land, 

 You cannot see, and yet the land is there — 

 My land, my land, through murky air — 



I did not say 'twas close at hand — 



But — land, ho ! land.' 



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