EXPLORATION OF THE KIBALI 337 



On September 23 I left N'soro for good, saying farewell 

 to the Chef de Poste, Lieutenant Petersen, a charming Dane 

 whose kindness I shall always gratefully remember. My 

 intention was to carry the boat to Faraggi and ascend the 

 Dungu, which the natives say is the same as the Kibbi that 

 rises in the neighbourhood of Mount Schweinfurth. 



Two miles to the north of N'soro, the river of that name 

 had to be crossed. It is 120 yards wide at this point and is 

 unnavigable above and below. It flows through the country 

 of the Logos, who, with the exception of two of the big 

 chiefs, have not yet submitted to the white man. They 

 are a big tribe, ruled by a nobility called the Gambi, which 

 corresponds to the Avungara of the Azandi. They are a 

 filthy dirty people, and have some strange fashions ; the 

 women plaster their hair with red mud and wear a ring 

 in the upper lip like pigs, and a long bone spike in the under, 

 and the five lower front teeth are taken out. 



From the N'soro the whole country is low-lying, with 

 gentle rises covered with short bush. Here and there a tall 

 tree of dark-green foliage stands out in striking contrast 

 with the pale-green of the bush. In places there are exten- 

 sive swamps covered by tall papyrus with heads like feather- 

 brooms. 



"When I reached Faraggi I tried to ascend the Dungu, 

 but found it quite impossible owing to the rapids and strong 

 currents. The country through which the river flows is 

 flat and covered with scrubby bush. Here and there a 

 shady tree leans over the river, but for the most part the 

 banks are quite open and lined with borders of grass growing 

 in the water. 



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