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job, for as each truck came off the lighter, it punched 

 a hole through the pier floor, but this was nothing to 

 what happened later, for we broke through every 

 culvert on the road to Arua, one hundred twenty 

 miles distant. 



Before we were ready to leave, a sudden shower 

 caused us to scurry for shelter and, while waiting for 

 the rain to cease, the boat, with a salute of its whistle, 

 drifted off down the Nile. After it had disappeared 

 around a bend, I faced westward, where beyond the 

 hills of Okollo stood Mount Emin Pasha. Once again 

 I was gazing toward the Congo ; once again wondering 

 what fate awaited us there. 



