274 The March to Banza Nkulu. 
ascends to the octave. After this both recom¬ 
mence the same song. 
The stiff ascent gave us lovely views of the 
lake-like river and both its banks: after three 
quarters of an hour we reached Vivi of Banza 
Simbo. The people vainly called to us, “ Wiza!”— 
“ Come thou ! ” and “ Luiza! luiza kwenu ! 
“ Come, come here ! ” Our moleques, disliking 
the dangerous proximity, advanced at a walk 
which might be called a canter. 
Presently we reached the dividing ridge, 1,394 
feet high, between Banza Vivi and Nkulu, whose 
palm-trees, thrown out against the sky, bore 82° 
(M.) Looking to the north with easting, we 
had a view of no less than six distinct distances. 
The actual foreground, a hollow between two 
land-waves, could not conceal the “ Crocodile’s 
Head:” the latter, five miles off and bearing 65° 
(M.), forms the southern staple of the Yellala 
Gate, whose rapids were not visible, and it fronts 
the Quoin, which hems in the stream on the other 
side. The key-stone of the inverted arch between 
them was a yellow-flanked, tree-topped hill, rising 
immediately above the great rapids : beyond it 
waved, in far succession, three several swells of 
ground, each flatter and bluer than its nearer 
neighbour, and capping the whole stood Kongo 
de Lemba, a tall solitary sugarloaf, bearing 75 0 
(MR with its outlying conelets concealing like a 
mass of smoke the world that lay beyond. 
