IN WESTERN AFRICA. 
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we were in the river, and by 2:00 a. m. we were at 
Condobee, where there is a large trading-establish- 
ment belonging to a Mr. Zizer. It sits high up on 
a side hill. The night was dark, but the faithful 
watchman had a bright fire burning to warn off 
wild animals, sneak-thieves, and war-parties. He 
met us at the wharf. ^^Is Mr. Zizer at home?^^ I 
asked. said the watchman; ^^he go one 
town, but he come to-morrow.” Well, tell Mr. 
Brown, the clerk, strangers come to see him.” 
^^He no deh ; he done go he country.” Is Mrs. 
Zizer here?” ^^No.” “Well, open the house, 
then ; we wish to sleep here until morning. Our 
boat is too small to sleep in, and the dew is 
heavy.” “Wait first,” said he; and wait we did, 
about five minutes, when he returned with Mr. 
Zizer, who gave us a hearty welcome. 
Seneho is at the head of navigation on the 
Bomphe River. We wish to go to Tyami, a large 
town in the Mendi country. But we can not pass 
through a town without the chief ^s consent. He 
is not at home, but is sent for. Toward evening 
his head-man comes, bringing a duck as a present 
from the chief, who says we must wait for him ; 
he is coming just now. So we have to wait. Mr. 
Parker, the head-man, gives us a large board 
house to stay in, in which we hold a meeting at 
night. Hext morning the chief was still absent. 
We waited until 3:30 p. m., when we left. 
