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marched eastward for five days, covering a hundred 
miles — which is impossible. He found a line of detached 
hills, and an elevation where the dews were exceedingly 
cold ; looking towards the utterly unknown Orient, he 
could see nothing but a thick forest unbroken by 
streams. He heard from the country people traditions 
of a Great Lake, which may be that placed by Tuckey 
in north latitude 2° — 3°. The best seasons for travel 
are said to be March and November, before and after 
the rains, which swell the water twelve feet. 
About Anenge-nenge we could easily see the sub- 
ranges of the great Eastern 
Ghats, some twenty miles 
to the north-east. Here 
the shallows and the banks 
projecting from different 
points made the channel 
dangerous. Entering the 
Mbokwe branch we were 
compelled to use sweeps, 
or the schooner would have 
been dashed against the 
sides ; as we learned by 
the trees, the tides raise 
the surface two to three 
feet high. After the third 
hour we passed the “Fan 
KombaVina,” or village of 
King Vina. It stood in a pretty little bay, and the 
river, some 400 feet broad, was fronted, as is often the 
case, by the “ palaver tree,” a glorious Ceiba or bombax. 
All the people flocked out to enjoy the sight, and my 
unpractised eye could not distinguish them from Bakele. 
Above it, also on the right bank, is the now-deserted 
site where Messrs. Adams and Preston nearly came to 
grief for bewitching the population with “bad book.” 
Five slow hours from Anenge-nenge finally placed us, 
about sunset, at Mayyan, or Tippet Town. The depot 
lies a little above the confluence of the Mbokwe and the 
Londo, or south-eastern fork of the latter. A drunken 
(BY-ZANZl) A CONGO DANDY. 
