Beyond Kinzila’s banana groves we descended to 1884. J # ° . March 20.
cross tbe pellucid waters of the brawling Lulu, and Kmziia.
a few miles west camped on a square-browed hill
opposite the cones of Nsangu, whence we looked
down on winding belts of tall woods crowned with
impervious leafage, on which the sunshine broke out
in sprays as the breeze kissed the pendulous and delicate
tops.
Over a road which gently undulated and followed
long, grassy ridges we urged our way, being greeted by
pleasant peoples who flocked from their happy villages
to see us, until we stood over a deep-wooded gorge
through which the full-volumed Inkissi River flowed
strongly past the ferry to fall lower down in beautiful
cascades to the Congo.
The guardians of the ferry are at Nselo on the
western side, and the word is holloa’d loudly that
Bula Matari and his people are come. The chiefs of
Nselo are in our pay, and receive monthly subsidies
like Qthers. They accordingly hasten to ferry us over
with their canoes, assiduously, and in their village give
us such further welcome as commend them favourably
to kind consideration.
Beyond Nselo the country is for a considerable
distance level, feeders of the Inkissi skirting, left of us,
the plateau on which we travel. We are .too far from
the Congo to be annoyed by the deeply-grooved hills.
We cross a lovely little stream, and follow a gentle
inclined spur towards Mbimbi, near which we see,
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