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 o  an(^  kuk&nga.  Indeed, if I  understood rightly,  the 
 uranga.  natives  of  Irebu  spoke  as  though  it were  possible  to  
 travel  from  the  Lukanga  to  the  Mohindu  or Buruki.  
 It  is  rash,  however,  to  place  too  much  reliance  upon  
 these  native  statements,  though  it  would  not  at  all  
 surprise me to learn some day that  a few days’ journey  
 inland  on  either  the  Mohindu or Lulungu  there was a  
 labyrinthine  system  of  liquid  channels  through  a low  
 jungly  forest,  connecting  the  three  rivers  Ikelemba,  
 Lulungu,  and  Mohirfdu.  A  short  journey  up  the  
 Ikelemba,  we  find  the  stream  nearly  impassable  to  
 row-boats by the wide overhanging branches stretching  
 from either hank.  Canoes, however, travel  far  inland,  
 if  their  crews  are known to the  aborigines,  who  seem  
 to be too free with their  arrows.  We  experienced this  
 disposition of the  aborigines on the Mohindu to make it  
 credible  that  on  the Ikelemba  they are  equally averse  
 to strangers.  The Congo tribes  are  civilised compared  
 to the natives dwelling on the hanks of the  affluents. 
 The  natives  of  Uranga  came  out  breathlessly and  
 eagerly  in  their  canoes  with  friendly  hails;  hut  except  
 returning  their  greetings,  and  maintaining  a  
 running  fire of  compliments  and  amenities,  according  
 to the  custom of warm  friends, we  could  do  no  more,  
 as  our  journey would  he  protracted  indefinitely if we  
 stayed at every populated district we saw. 
 Ascending  the  Lulungu  a  few  miles,  we  turned  
 up a  narrow channel  connected with  the Congo.  The  
 latter  river  being  bank-full,  the  shore  and  islands  
 were  flooded,  though  here  and  there  the  mainland 
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 showed  places  where  the  water  had  yet  to  rise  two  1883. 
 .  .  .  October 1*! feet  before  overflowing,  which  no  doubt  it  would  if  uranga.  
 the  watermarks  on  the  trees  are  to  he  trusted.  A  
 furious  squall of  wind  and  rain  compelled  us to  seek  
 an early camp. 
 On  the  19th we  travelled  all  day  along  a  forested  
 mainland, with palmy islets on  our left, until,  camping  
 a  few  miles  below  Bolombo,  trading  canoes  bound  
 down  river  told  us  that Iboko was  anxious  to  see  us,  
 the Bangala having already heard of our coming. 
 The  next  day  we  stopped  at  Bolombo  in  N.  lat. 
 1°  23'—forty-three  hours’  steaming  above  Equator  
 station.  I made a verbal  treaty and blood-brotherhood  
 with  the  chiefs,  hut  there was  a  famine  in  Bolombo,  
 and the gifts were  poor  and  scant.  The  people, however, 
   were  very amiable,  and  as  amicably inclined  as  
 any we had  met. 
 On the  21st of October, four hours above Bolombo,  I  
 found  myself  at last  in view  of  the  Bangala—the terrible  
 fighters who pressed so hard upon us in 1877.  The  
 country of  the  Bangala  is  called  Iboko, though  I  did  
 not know it then.  I  have been  told  that  they remember  
 the fight well, but  rumour  has varied greatly as to  
 their  intentions.  Some  have  told  us  that  they  have  
 vowed that if ever the Ibanza returns, they will dispute  
 every inch  of  the waterway with him.  Mangombo  of  
 Irebu  told  me  that  the  lesson was  so  severe that the  
 Bangala had  received,  that I  need  only  “ shake a stick  
 at them.”  However  the  negotiations  might  end,  it  
 cannot he denied that I felt  some anxiety as the flotilla