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 |Kaseng6  Island. J 
 with  carved  wooden  or  iron  pins.  Full  dress  
 includes  a  semicircle  of  finely  plaited  hair  over  
 the  forehead  painted  red,  ears  well  ochred,  the  
 rest  of  the  hair  drawn  up  taut  at  the  back  of  
 the  head,  overlaid and secured by a  cross-shaped  
 flat  board,  or  with  a  skeleton  crown  of  iron;  
 the  head  is  then  covered  with a neatly  tasselled  
 and  plaited  grass  cloth,  like  a  lady’s  breakfast-  
 cap,  to  protect  it from dust.  In order to protect  
 such  an  elaborate  construction  from  being  disordered, 
   they  carry  a  small  head-rest  of  wood  
 stuck  in  the  girdle. 
 Their  mode  of salutation  is  as  follows:— 
 A  man  appears before a party seated:  he bends,  
 takes  up  a  handful  of  earth  or  sand  with  his 
 right  hand,  and  throws  a  little  into  his  left  the 
 left  hand  rubs  the  sand  or  earth  over  the right  
 elbow  and  the  right  side  of  the  stomach,  while  
 the  right  hand  performs  the  same  operation  for  
 the  left  parts  of the body,  the mouth meanwhile  
 uttering  rapidly  words  of salutation.  To  his inferiors, 
   however,  the  new-comer  slaps  his  hand  
 several  times,  and  after  each  slap  lightly  taps  
 the  region  of  his  heart. 
 Kasenge  Island  is  a small  island  with  a grassy  
 cone  rising  from  its  centre.  It is well-cultivated,  
 and  grows  papaws,  pomegranates,  lemons,  and  
 sweet  limes,  having  been  favoured  for  a  long  
 period  by  Arabs,  when  their  intercourse  with  
 the  western  regions  was  but  beginning. 
 Between  the  lately  severed  promontory  of  
 Katenga,  in  Goma,  which  is  now  a  large island,  
 and  Mtowa,  the  southern  end  of  the  bay,  there  
 is  quite  a  cluster  of  islets,  of which  the  largest  
 are  Kirindi,  Kivizi,  and  Kavala. 
 When  we  have  passed  the  northern  point  of  
 Katenga  Island  we  behold  the  Goma  mountains  
 in  an  apparently  unbroken  range  of  vast height  
 and  excessive  steepness,  and  lengths  of  steep  
 and  cliffy  slope.  But as  we  sail on  to  the northward, 
   we  observe  that  from  Katenga  we  saw  
 only  the  profile  or  the  shoulders  of  great  lofty  
 spurs.  Behind  almost  all  of  these  are  beautiful  
 secluded  inlets  and  bays,  overshadowed  by  
 black-bearded  mountains,  which  give  birth  to  
 myriads  of  clear  crystal  streams.  Deep  chasms  
 in  their  huge  fronts  are  filled  with  forests  of  
 enormous  trees,  out  of which  the  famous Goma  
 canoes  are  cut.  Through  every gap  in  the  range  
 roars  and  tumbles  a  clear  cold stream,  and piled  
 up  behind  are  the  loftiest  alps  of Goma.  The  
 eye  cannot  fail  to be  struck with  the  contrast  between  
 the  serene  blue  of  the  sky,  the gloom  of  
 the  chasm,  and  the  dark  tops  of  the  tree-crested  
 ranges.  The  margins  of  these  calm  havens  
 are  lined  with  green  water - cane  and  eschi-  
 nomenae,  to  which  hundreds  of  yellow-breasted  
 birds  have  suspended  their  nests,  where  the  industrious  
 little  creatures  may  be  seen  in  flocks  
 together,  clinging  belly  upward,  or  flying  up