130 To Sdnga-T&nga and Back. 
seen cruizing about in unpleasant proximity. As 
our naked feet began to blister, we suddenly 
turned to the left, away from the sea; and, after 
crossing about 100 yards of prairillon, one of the 
prettiest of its kind, we found ourselves at Bwa- 
mange, the village of King Langobumo. It was 
then noon, and we had walked about three hours 
and a half in a general south-south-west direction. 
His majesty’s hut was at the entrance of the 
village, which numbered five scattered and un¬ 
walled sheds. He at once led us to his house, a 
large bamboo hall, with several inner sleeping 
rooms for the “ Harlm placed couch, chair, and 
table, the civilization of the slave-trade; brought 
wife No. 1 to shake hands, directed a fowl to be 
killed, and, sitting down, asked us the news in 
French. As a return for our information, he told 
us that the Gorilla was everywhere to be found, 
even in the bush behind his town. The rain 
coming down heavily, I was persuaded to pass the 
night there, the king offering to beat the bush with 
us, to engage hunters, and to find a canoe which 
would carry the party to Sdnga-Tanga, landing us 
at all the likely places. I agreed the more will¬ 
ingly to the suggestion of a cruize, as my Mpongwe 
fashionables, like the Congoese, and unlike the Yo- 
rubans, proved to be bad and untrained walkers; 
they complained of sore feet, and they were 
always anticipating attacks of fever. 
