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old man, with sunken jaws, but a refined-looking face ; 
the other, a very heavy, vulgar-looking person, who spoke 
but little, and whose stolid silence evidently covered a 
want of mental force. In face of them was “ Bula 
Matadi,” looking his most chieflike, with his resolute face — 
and grey hair, and the sword of state at his side. On his 
left sat a young Belgian officer, awaiting the favourable 
result of the palaver to found a station at KKinshasha ; 
and at Stanley’s feet Dualla, prime minister, interpreter 
and counsellor, argued, persuaded, and cajoled the black 
brothers of the “Stone-Breakine”’ chief into concordance 
with his wishes. When I had exchanged a hasty greeting 
with Stanley, and taken a seat by his side, the palaver, 
which I had momentarily interrupted, went on again. 
Bankwa, a chief who was opposed to Stanley’s building 
and founding a station at Kinshasha, rose to his legs and 
made a lengthy speech, strongly advising the two chiefs 
on the leopard-skins to have nothing to do with white 
men. ‘“ To-day,’ he said, “they will send one white man 
here, but next year twenty more will come, and because — 
we have given land to one, we must do so to all the 
others; and so, soon, Kinshasha will belong to the white 
man, as Kintamo (Léopoldville) does already.” There 
was a great deal of truth in Bankwa’s remarks, but 
unfortunately he could not look beyond the immediate 
present, and conjure up from his inner consciousness a 
picture of the material advantages that would accrue to 
the people of Kinshasha from the settlement of civilization 
in its midst. However, his opposition was overruled, and 
the result of the palaver was favourable to Stanley, 
permission to occupy land and build a station being 
given. Then presents were interchanged, and we left the 
delighted people shrieking “ Mbote at the dpa 
steamer till they were hoarse. | 
Once more Kallina Point rose before my eyes, and — 
further cn I saw the many buildings of Léopoldville and — 
the Baptist Mission surmounting the hill of Ntamo. As — 
I landed with Stanley at the little port of the station | 
and walked up the steep ascent through the Zanzibaris’ 
