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upon a considerable concourse of people, who welcome us 
in a most friendly manner, with much clapping of hands 
and crying of “Mbote.” Unfortunately, there is little to 
be had after all in the way of provisions. I buy some 
dried fish and a large jar of malafu, and am grossly cheated 
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in both, for the fish is rotten, and the malafu has been 
filed up with muck and the refuse of the sugar-cane. 
However, this is not discovered until afterwards, and we 
part on the best of terms. These people are all coming 
from Bolobo, and are bringing ivory to sell to Ngaliéma at 
