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journey we shall have lost two rowers. Once we had 
landed, I felt pleased at having opposed the wishes of the 
Zanzibaris, because I had gained two hours of daylight, 
passed the formidable rapids, and chosen for our nicht’s 
sojourn the nicest little village I have met with on the 
Congo. Its name is Mbongo. The people were very kind 
and courteous. They spread grass mats for me to sit on 
brought me fresh malafu to drink, and seeing I had a 
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feverish attack, left me in peace in my tent with many 
expressions of sympathy. Later on in the evening, the 
chief arrived with a present of four fowls, a calabash of 
malafu, and, most welcome of all, some new-laid eggs. 
The malafu here is made exclusively from the juice of the 
sugar-cane. The fermented drink made from the wine 
pelm (Raphia vinifera) or the oil-palm (Hais guineénsis) 
is unknown, though in each village many of these trees 
