372 THE MISSION-HOUSE AT GONDOKORO. 
dollars. Every country has its own particular quality ; 
and I should imagine the ivory produced from the tall 
reed grasses of a forest country like Uganda would 
not be so favourable for forming huge tusks as the 
vegetation in a lower and more swampy country, al- 
though the ivory would be of firmer texture. We 
were told that the ivory of Kitch on the Nile, at 
6° 49' N., was of a superior description ; the country 
there is swamp and covered with reeds to the horizon. 
The mission-house at Gondokoro had been built 
some thirty years ago. Dr Knoblecker, a very 
eminent man, had long laboured in it, but now it is 
a mere shell, and its garden of lime, pomegranate, and 
orange -trees is a waste for cattle to graze in. We 
met a kind hospitable gentleman, Mr Moorlang of 
the Austrian mission, on his way to Khartoom : his 
station had been at Kitch. He gave a mournful ac- 
count of his labours, and was now recalled because 
the influence of the traders had checked his endea- 
vours to propagate the Gospel. He had found the 
natives always civil, but if they or their children were 
not presented with clothes and beads, they kept aloof 
from him, and ultimately looked upon the missionary 
as having paved a way for the Nile trader to traffic 
in slaves. 
In walking about Gondokoro, the natives always 
addressed us with " Adhoto," which may mean Good- 
morning ; some got as far as to say, " Salam alek." 
They were all nude like the Bari, and carried a small 
basket, in which were a few pieces of charcoal with 
which they lit their pipes. A baron, very highly 
spoken of, was killed by them a few years ago ; his 
men had accidentally, when firing their guns at ran- 
