At Libreville, Gabun, thirty years ago, no woman dared to speak against it.
Libreville is three miles long; one end is called “Glass,” and Añwondo is at the other end.
It was an experiment the result of which the traders of Libreville are awaiting with interest.
Libreville is a very pretty town, but when it was laid out the surveyors just missed placing the Equator in its main street.
For several days we lay a few miles south of Libreville, off the mouth of the Gabun River, taking in the logs of mahogany.
It is easy to understand why with such a live wire in the vicinity Libreville is warm.
The above incident was told me at Libreville by a very intelligent Mpongwe as having actually occurred in the Gabun region.
This, my informant asserted, actually happened at the town of Libreville, Gabun.
Alternatively, and by arrangement with France, the line could start from Libreville.
So we could but up anchor and proceed to Libreville, formerly the capital of the French Congo.