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In the Heart of Africa 
foam. A small black cloud on the horizon indicated the 
approach of the Mandingo. 
We were soon alongside the fine vessel, just as she was letting 
her anchor drop. In a rolling sea the Mandingo took us and 
our impedimenta aboard, and, weighing anchor again, stood 
out towards the north. The Wall dipped her flag in a farewell 
salute whilst the flag of my native country was hoisted at our 
peak. 
We stayed a brief period at the Cameroons, and paid a day’s 
visit to Lome, the capital of Togo, but the expedition’s explora¬ 
tion work was completed. Time will never efface the impressions 
we had received. We had roamed over sun-scorched steppes 
and through boundless primeval forests; passed over four 
immense lakes and snow-capped mountains, and had gathered 
a rich store of memorable experiences indeed. We were return¬ 
ing home buoyed up with the knowledge of having done our 
duty, and having assisted, as far as in us lay, in the unravelling 
of many important scientific problems. 
