102 A JOURNEY UP THE RIVER CONGO. 
CHAPTER VIL. 
MANYANGA TO LEOPOLDVILLE (STANLEY POOL). 
Roap To LuTETE—THE Cnter LuTETE—RAVINES ON THE ROAD 
TO STANLEY Poor—THe Epwin Arnoip RivER—A ‘SUDDEN 
STORM—KINDNESS OF THE ZANZIBARIS—AN ORGIE OF PINE- 
APPLES—'| RAPPING Bars—A _  JTEtTisH-HousrE—CrossinG THE 
Inxisst— A Leroparp’s Foorprints— CAarvep lLocs— THE 
W A-MBUxXO—NGomA—LioOPoLDVILLE—T'HE Misstoxns—THE Foop 
QuESTICN—THE FuTURE oF LEOPOLDVILLE. 
As usually happens in this country—whenever you have 
got everything ready for a start—the morning I was pre- 
paring to leave Manyanga for the Upper river with a 
hastily formed caravan of Zanzibaris, the rain came 
pelting down, and kept us waiting vainly for its cessation. 
At last, towards evening, just to make a start, I availed 
myself of the kind offer made by the Baptist missionary 
then in residence at the little Mission below the hill, and 
packed the men, the goods and myself in the large and 
roomy Mission boat, while the missionary himself steered 
us over the difficult passage. I camped out that night 
opposite Manyanga, intending to start by the early dawn 
along the southern road to Stanley Pool, via Lutete. The 
weather was miserably wet, and the ground on which the 
tent was pitched became a sort of morass, into which the 
iron legs of my bed gradually sank under my weight, so 
that I found myself and my bedclothes nearly level with 
the muddy grass. However, I arose the next morning 
with nothing worse than a severe sore throat, which 
the continuous exercise of the long day’s walk quickly 
dissipated. 
The general scenery on the road to Lutete is interesting 
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