returns to the point opposite to, and never very far from, the obstruction.

Rivers and ravines the path usually ignores: whatever the difficulty of crossing them may be, it winds its way up the bank on the opposite side, neither larger nor smaller for the fact that, though the river is perhaps fordable in the dry season, a bridge or canoe is often the only means of crossing during the wet. But to return to the journey to Lusambo. Before we were many days on the road we came to the conclusion that something unusual must be the matter. Dead bodies in every state of decomposition were lying on the path just as they had fallen, and loads of all kinds and descriptions were hanging from the trees, often within a few feet of the bodies of the men who had evidently placed them there.