DOWN THE CONGO TO THE ATLANTIC. 
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keeping up a constant fire of smiling compliments and 
pathetic Sennennehs. Indeed, we were discovering that 
there was much virtue in a protracted and sentimental 
pronunciation of Sen-nen-neh ! The men of the Ex- 
pedition, who had previously ridiculed with mocking 
Ba-a-a-a-as, the absurd moan and plaintive accents of 
Sen-nen-neh, which Katembo had employed, now ad- 
mired him for his tact. The good natives with whom 
we were now exchanging these suave, bleating cour- 
tesies proved to us that the true shibboleth of peace 
LIVINGSTONE AND STANLEY CANOES. 
was to prolong each word with a quavering moan and 
melancholic plaint. 
We came to a banana grove of a delicious and 
luxuriant greenness, which the shadowy black green of 
the antique forest behind it only made more agreeable 
and pleasant. Beyond this grove, the bank was lined 
by hundreds of men and women, standing or sitting 
down, their eyes directed towards our approaching 
flotilla. 
“ Sen-nen-neh ! ” was delivered with happy effect by 
