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Up the Gaboon River. 
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 “ Fa;^ Komba Vina,” 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 Mayyas, or Tippet 
Town. The depot lies a little above the con¬ 
fluence of the Mbokwe and the Londo, or south¬ 
eastern fork of the latter. A drunken pilot and a 
dark and moonless night, with the tide still running 
in, delayed us till I could hardly distinguish the 
sable human masses which gathered upon the 
Styx-like stream to welcome their new Matyem— 
merchant or white man. Before landing, all the 
