Sometimes they take out iron rails and then zinc roofs and steel boats, 6000 cases of gin and 1000 tons of coal.

Still, it is much better than in the Hotel Africa on shore.

Matadi is a hill of red iron and the heat is grand.

Everything in this country is grand.

The river is, in places, seven miles wide, the sunsets are like nothing earthly, and the black people are like brooding shadows of lost souls, that is, if souls have shadows.