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inhabitants are not far off. Yams (Dvoscorea alata) are cultivated here, and rattan is not uncommon. The people speak the Luri dialect. When I asked them the name of the lake they replied, ““Nan Madduong” (Great Water); the name ‘‘ Mwutdn-Nzigé” is only used in Unyoro; in Uganda this name is hardly understood.

We started on our return voyage at 4 P.M., and arrived at our station at 8.38 P.M.

As official duties called me to the north, I was obliged to leave this interesting land. We hugged the shore, and fog again prevented me from making many observations. We passed many large boats, propelled with two to six large paddles. At 11.30 AM. we were exactly opposite the mouth of the Victoria Nile, and half an hour later we entered the Bahr-el-Jebel, the banks of which were again enlivened by numerous herds of antelopes. I saw here a small hawk with very long pointed wings, dark grey upon the upper surface, white underneath. Perhaps it is the Chelidopteryx Riocouri ; it flew in pairs. We halted for the night at 4.55 P.M. to the south of Wadelai, in the proximity of many villages and durrah fields) Wood was immediately brought by the natives for sale. The most remarkable, but most useless of the natives was a man who carried about as a trophy a small looking-glass hung to a bent stick; he inconvenienced everybody by reflecting the sun into their eyes. I had formerly given this glass to Wadelai’s brother. I was told that six days’ march from here towards the west there is a large river flowing to the west; it is called Wai.

As the question of the existence of a river flowing from here towards the west, although apparently answered by Dr. Junker’s journey, is still disputed by others, I went from here to Bora, where a chief is said to live who knows this western river. After finding him (he is named Libba), and obtaining him as a guide by the aid of a small present, he took me to a place where we only found a broad bay without any outlet to the west. A Dongolaui then offered to guide us, and led us up-stream for about three miles to an enormous papyrus wall, which he indicated as the place of outlet. Near by, a little to the south, lies a small Madi village, which we visited. The