200 A JOURNEY UP THE RIVER CONGO. 
CHAPTER XI. 
HOMEWARDS. 
Tae START FoR STANLEY Poot—A FLoarina CaAss1A Braxcu—A 
Troop oF ELEvPHANTS—BaA-YANSI ON THE Marcu—A_ B.oop- 
BROTHER—CHASED BY HIpPpPpoPpOTAMI—JUMA BRINGS NEWS FROM 
Home—'T'sr Hitts or StranteEy Poor.— THEIR TREES AND 
FLOWERS — CoQquiILHAT’s WELCOME AT KimpokKo— ARBIVE AT 
KinsHASHA—A PALAVER—DUALLA, STANLEY’S Prime MINISTER 
—Banxkwa’s SPEECH—My Sray at LtopoLDVILLE—MANYANGA 
AGAIN—BOAT-VOYAGE TO THE SEA— WELCOME AT Boma — 
ARRIVAL AT BANANA—PARTING WITH MY ZANZIBARIS—BACK 
TO CIVILIZATION. 
It was with considerable reluctance that I left Msuata 
to return once more to Stanley Pool. But the thought 
that I was now on my homeward route somewhat alle- 
viated the regret with which I bade good-bye to the 
Upper Congo. On a bright Sunday morning towards the 
end of April, I set out on my journey down the river 
with two good-sized native canoes, paddled by my three 
Zanzibaris and some Krumanos that Janssen had lent me. 
The first canoe was fitted up with an awning for the sun, 
and grass cushions to repose on, and the second contained 
my heavy baggage and the things I could best afford to 
lose in case of untoward accidents. In my own canoe I 
had a few small cases containing such remains of my 
natural history collections as were spared me by the ants 
and the rainy season; also my note-books and sketches, 
which I always carried in a box by my side, fearing to — 
lose these results of my observations if I entrusted them 
to the care of the men. 
Janssen stood on the fast-retreating shore of Msuata, as 
