CHAPTER XV. 
RETURN TO THE CONGO MOUTH. 
N the evening there was a palaver. 
I need hardly say that my guide, 
after being paid to show me Nsundi, 
never had the slightest intention to go 
beyond the Yellala. Irritated by sleeping in the 
open air, and by the total want of hospitality 
amongst the bushmen, he and his moleques had sat 
apart all day, the picture of stubborn discontent, and 
“ Not a man in the place 
But had discontent written large in his face. 5 ’ 
I proposed to send back a party for rum, powder, 
and cloth to the extent of ^150, or half the de¬ 
mand, and my factotum, Selim, behaved like a 
trump. Gidi Mavunga, quite beyond self-control, 
sprang up, and declared that, if the Mundele would 
not follow him, that obstinate person might remain 
behind. The normal official deprecation, as usual, 
made him the more headstrong; he rushed off and 
