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with a slow drizzle. After two hours we passed 
another maritime village, where the farce of yester¬ 
day evening was re-acted, but this time with more 
vigour. Ignorant of my morning’s private work, 
Hotaloya swore that it was Sanga-Tanga. I com¬ 
plimented him upon his proficiency in lying, and 
poor Langobumo, almost in tears, confessed that 
he had pointed out to me the real place. Where¬ 
upon Hotaloya began pathetically to reproach him 
for being thus prodigal of the truth. Nurya, the 
“ head trader,” coming down to the beach, with 
dignity and in force told me in English that I 
must land, and was chaffed accordingly. He then 
blustered and threatened instant death, at which 
It was easy to laugh. About 10 a.m. we lay off 
our destination, some ten miles south of Dyanye 
Point. It was a beautiful site, the end of a grassy 
dune, declining gradually toward the tree-fringed 
sea ; the yellow slopes, cut by avenues and broken 
by dwarf table-lands, were long afterwards recalled 
to my memory, when sighting the fair but desolate 
scenery south of Paraguayan Asuncion. These 
downs appear to be a sea-coast raised by secular 
upheaval, and much older than the flat tracts which 
encroach upon the Atlantic. We could now under¬ 
stand the position of the town which figures so 
largely in the squadron-annals of the equatorial 
shore; it was set upon a hillock, whence the eye 
could catch the approaching sail of the slaver, and 
