We Squeeze Through Between The Stakes So
As Not To Let The Trap Off, And Find Our Little River Leads Us Into
Another Lake, Much Smaller Than Ncovi.
It is studded with islands
of fantastic shapes, all wooded with high trees of an equal level,
Little or no undergrowth among them, so their pale gray
stems look like clusters of columns supporting a dark green ceiling.
The forest comes down steep hill sides to the water edge in all
directions; and a dark gloomy-looking herb grows up out of black
slime and water, in a bank or ribbon in front of it. There is
another channel out of this lake, still to the N.E. The Fans say
they think it goes into the big lake far far away, i.e., Lake
Ayzingo. From the look of the land, I think this river connecting
Ayzingo and Lake Ncovi wanders down this valley between the mountain
spurs of the Sierra del Cristal, expanding into one gloomy lake
after another. We run our canoe into a bank of the dank dark-
coloured water herb to the right, and disembark into a fitting
introduction to the sort of country we shall have to deal with
before we see the Rembwe - namely, up to our knees in black slime.
CHAPTER VIII. FROM NCOVI TO ESOON.
Concerning the way in which the voyager goes from the island of
M'fetta to no one knows exactly where, in doubtful and bad company,
and of what this led to and giving also some accounts of the Great
Forest and of those people that live therein.
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