Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-03-02

ically described his descent of the great
| cataract below the pool-how he had
| dragged his camels two miles nearly over an
island at the mouth of the Gordon Bennett
tributary to avoid the Livingstone rapids,
which ragged and howled outside the island.
Il wandered for two days along the north
bank seeking place to descend" he said,
"but all was hideous roar of waters tossing
their huge waves up 100 feet from the sur
tace-such sea of broken billows that the
Great Eastern herself would be like a chi o
of frewooi thrown upon it. Lying fiat on
my face on an overhanging cliff which rose
high above this raging, roaring mass of
water, watched it foaming and boiling
along far below me. No one else has stood
on that cliff, L am sure. 1t lies hidden
away somewhere below the Gordon Bennett
entrance into the Congo, and from it the
most magnificent view of the rapids is OBJ
tainable."
was deeply interested in his graphic
description of his descent of the river on
that Dark Continent" journey. and ven-
tured to ask him if he thought white man
could travel through tropical Africa with
out means, men or armed followers as Rene
CaIlie did through the Soudan about 1920.
sTANLEY's SIGNIFICANT REPLY.
He looked at me and replied: People
nave LTleu buaI Sluce Cdllle. Inere WAS CnHG
German, who attempted somewhat similar
journey on the east coast, but did not sue
ceed."
Then saw smile stealing round the
corners of his mouth as be continued: "You
might perform the journey from Matadi to
the pool on stills, Mr.. Easement, and have
no doubt you could accomplish the remain
der of the distance on your head, if you
liked to devote enough time to it, but what
good you would derive from it, or anyone
else, when you emerged at Zanzibar I don't
really know"
With this parting shot Stanley left us for
the night, telling Ward to be up esrly for
the morning start. Next day we were up be-
fore the sun, and the repairs on the Peace
having been executed during the night, all
was once more ready for start, and by the
time We had finished our coffee Ward had
marshaled the Zanzibaris, distributed their
rations to them through their headmen, and
they were getting on board the Peace
Her whistle blew, the engineer came up to
say they were waiting Tor him, and Mr.
Stanley rose to say goodby, and accompa-
MED him down the steps of the verandah to
the path which led to the river. Again shak-
ing our hands, he walked some PAGES toward
the steamer, then, as if suddenly remember
ing something, he turned round, and, shoot
ing sly glance at me, bowed to my bulldog
Paddy, who was blinking on the steps, and
holding out his hand to him said: "And
goodby, too, Snarleyow!"
OFF FOR HER CoNsoRTs.
A moment or two later the Peace was
shooting out through the rapids round Kin
chasa islands, where she struggled to over
take her coEsorts, now steaming with a full
day ssstart up the broad bosom of the Congo.
AS the smoke slowly faded away on the
horizon we turned away from the beach and
were soon busily employed, Swinburne and
1, arranging for our coming journey TO the
upper waters of the Congo, getting rifles
and cartridges ready against the return of
the Florida, that We might be fully prepared
for any dangers likely to lurk amid the
swampy forests of the wild Balolo, up the
almost entirely unknown waters of the
Malinga river.
1 waited at Kinchass until an opportunity
offered OF travelling up to the Equator sta
tion, some $50 miles up the pool, where 1
took up my quarters while awaiting the ar
rival of the steamer in which hoped to be
able to penetrate the tributaries of the
Congo lying above that point, of which
strange stories almost daily reached me of
cannibal orgies and raiding tribes who
signalized each fresh triumph over their
enemies by feasting on the bodies of the
prisoners they had captured in the fight.
ROGER EASEMENT.