In Addition To This The Two Rivers,
The 'Como (Nkama) And Rembwe That Fall Into This Gaboon, With
Several Smaller Rivers, Both Bring Down An Inferior Quantity Of
Fresh Water, And That At Nothing Like The Tearing, Tide-Beating Back
Pace Of The Ogowe.
As my brother would say, "It's perfectly simple
if you think about it;" but thinking is not my strong point.
I was glad to see the mangrove-belt; all the gladder because I did
not then know how far it was inland from the sea, and also because I
was fool enough to think that a long line I could see, running E.
and W. to the north of where I stood, was the line of the Rembwe
river; which it was not, as we soon found out. Cheered by this
pleasing prospect, we marched on forgetful of our scratches, down
the side of the hill, and down the foot slope of it, until we struck
the edge of the swamp. We skirted this for some mile or so, going
N.E. Then we struck into the swamp, to reach what we had regarded
as the Rembwe river. We found ourselves at the edge of that open
line we had seen from the mountain. Not standing, because you don't
so much as try to stand on mangrove roots unless you are a born
fool, and then you don't stand long, but clinging, like so many
monkeys, to the net of aerial roots which surrounded us, looking
blankly at a lake of ink-black slime.
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