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There
was
nothing
more
to
do
.
The
Portuguese
gave
no
sign
of
life
,
struck
,
it
maybe
said
,
by
divine
justice
,
and
on
the
very
spot
where
the
crime
had
been
committed
.
But
the
faithful
dog
had
received
a
mortal
blow
,
and
dragging
itself
to
the
hut
,
it
came
to
die
there
--
where
Samuel
Vernon
had
died
.
Hercules
buried
deep
the
traveler
's
remains
,
and
Dingo
,
lamented
by
all
,
was
put
in
the
same
grave
as
its
master
.
Negoro
was
no
more
,
but
the
natives
who
accompanied
him
from
Kazounde
could
not
be
far
away
.
On
not
seeing
him
return
,
they
would
certainly
seek
him
along
the
river
.
This
was
a
very
serious
danger
.
Dick
Sand
and
Mrs.
Weldon
took
counsel
as
to
what
they
should
do
,
and
do
without
losing
an
instant
.
One
fact
acquired
was
that
this
stream
was
the
Congo
,
which
the
natives
call
Kwango
,
or
Ikoutouya
Kongo
,
and
which
is
the
Zaire
under
one
longitude
,
the
Loualaba
under
another
.
It
was
indeed
that
great
artery
of
Central
Africa
,
to
which
the
heroic
Stanley
has
given
the
glorious
name
of
"
Livingstone
,
"
but
which
the
geographers
should
perhaps
replace
by
his
own
.
But
,
if
there
was
no
longer
any
doubt
that
this
was
the
Congo
,
the
French
traveler
's
note
indicated
that
its
mouth
was
still
one
hundred
and
twenty
miles
from
this
point
,
and
,
unfortunately
,
at
this
place
it
was
no
longer
navigable
.
High
falls
--
very
likely
the
falls
of
Ntamo
--
forbid
the
descent
of
any
boat
.
Thus
it
was
necessary
to
follow
one
or
the
other
bank
,
at
least
to
a
point
below
the
cataracts
,
either
one
or
two
miles
,
when
they
could
make
a
raft
,
and
trust
themselves
again
to
the
current
.
"
It
remains
,
then
,
"
said
Dick
Sand
,
in
conclusion
,
"
to
decide
if
we
shall
descend
the
left
bank
,
where
we
are
,
or
the
right
bank
of
the
river
.
Both
,
Mrs.
Weldon
,
appear
dangerous
to
me
,
and
the
natives
are
formidable
.
However
,
it
seems
as
if
we
risk
more
on
this
bank
,
because
we
have
the
fear
of
meeting
Negoro
's
escort
.
"
"
Let
us
pass
over
to
the
other
bank
,
"
replied
Mrs.
Weldon
.
"
Is
it
practicable
?
"
observed
Dick
Sand
.
"
The
road
to
the
Congo
's
mouths
is
rather
on
the
left
bank
,
as
Negoro
was
following
it
.
Never
mind
.
We
must
not
hesitate
.
But
before
crossing
the
river
with
you
,
Mrs.
