82 A JOURNEY UP THE RIVER CONGO. 
CHAPTER V. 
ISANGILA TO MANYANGA. 
THe Isancina Fatit—Posirion oF THE VILLA ¢—A NAtTIvE 
Market—THE Mantoc—CookEry FoR Expl 3ERsS—GROUND- — 
nuT Or—'TorFEE—CaPptTaiIn ‘lucKEY’s Expeprriox—JouRNEY 
To MANYANGA—RIVERSIDE ScENERY—IsSLANDS—A WaIRLPOOL— 
THe PratincoLtes —Msote—LIEvTENANT Ninis—DISTURBANCE 
AT MANYANGA—DIFFERENT MeEpiIvuMsS or IExcHaANGE—A NATIVE | 
Diet— Woman IN Arrica—Mionco-Miaxo—Ntomso MaTaka 
FALLs. 
ISANGILA 1s a pleasantly situated station on a commanding 
bluff almost overhanging the river. From the terrace of 
the dwelling-house one of the grandest views on the 
Congo may be obtained. Right in front across the river 
there is a great towering cliff like that above “ Hell’s 
Cauldron,’ which I have previously described, a hill 
cloven in twain, its scarped sides showing the bare purple — 
red earth; bu& its sombre look is relieved by the bright 
green grass that clothes the little knolls and irregularities 
varying its sheer descent towards the Congo, and the 
graceful crown of forest which lends a pretty finish to its 
somewhat gaunt head. At its base, the river, which has 
hitherto been gliding onwards with deceitful smoothness 
and a glassy surface, suddenly breaks into white foam and 
frothy waves, but only that part of it near the base of this 
cliff; the other half of the great river goes rolling on 
smooth and unruffled, still mirroring the clouds and the 
hills, till at length the whole stream takes one great 
bound over some hidden ledge of rocks, and the mass of 
this mighty current is lashed and churned into a terrible 
conflict of waves. Right across its breadth seethes a zone 
