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<h1>BY SHEER PLUCK:</h1>

<br>
<h3>A TALE OF THE ASHANTI WAR.</h3>

<br>
<br>
<h2>BY G. A. HENTY</h2>

<br>
<br>
<br>
<br>


<h2>CONTENTS</h2>

<br>
<h3><a href="#CHAPTER_I">CHAPTER I: A FISHING EXCURSION</a></h3>

<h3><a href="#CHAPTER_II">CHAPTER II: A MAD DOG</a></h3>

<h3><a href="#CHAPTER_III">CHAPTER III: A TOUGH YARN</a></h3>

<h3><a href="#CHAPTER_IV">CHAPTER IV: A RISING TIDE</a></h3>

<h3><a href="#CHAPTER_V">CHAPTER V: ALONE IN THE WORLD</a></h3>

<h3><a href="#CHAPTER_VI">CHAPTER VI: THE FIRST STEP</a></h3>

<h3><a href="#CHAPTER_VII">CHAPTER VII: AN OLD FRIEND</a></h3>

<h3><a href="#CHAPTER_VIII">CHAPTER VIII: TO THE DARK
CONTINENT</a></h3>

<h3><a href="#CHAPTER_IX">CHAPTER IX: THE START INLAND</a></h3>

<h3><a href="#CHAPTER_X">CHAPTER X: LOST IN THE FOREST</a></h3>

<h3><a href="#CHAPTER_XI">CHAPTER XI: A HOSTILE TRIBE</a></h3>

<h3><a href="#CHAPTER_XII">CHAPTER XII: A NEGRO'S STORY</a></h3>

<h3><a href="#CHAPTER_XIII">CHAPTER XIII: A FUGITIVE
SLAVE</a></h3>

<h3><a href="#CHAPTER_XIV">CHAPTER XIV: A CHRISTIAN TOWN</a></h3>

<h3><a href="#CHAPTER_XV">CHAPTER XV: THE AMAZONS OF
DAHOMET</a></h3>

<h3><a href="#CHAPTER_XVI">CHAPTER XVI: CAPTIVES IN
COOMASSIE</a></h3>

<h3><a href="#CHAPTER_XVII">CHAPTER XVII: THE INVASION OF FANTI
LAND</a></h3>

<h3><a href="#CHAPTER_XVIII">CHAPTER XVIII: THE ATTACK ON
ELMINA</a></h3>

<h3><a href="#CHAPTER_XIX">CHAPTER XIX: THE TIDE TURNED</a></h3>

<h3><a href="#CHAPTER_XX">CHAPTER XX: THE WHITE TROOPS</a></h3>

<h3><a href="#CHAPTER_XXI">CHAPTER XXI: THE ADVANCE TO THE
PRAH</a></h3>

<h3><a href="#CHAPTER_XXII">CHAPTER XXII: THE BATTLE OF
AMOAFUL</a></h3>

<h3><a href="#CHAPTER_XXIII">CHAPTER XXIII: THE CAPTURE OF
COOMASSIE</a></h3>

<br>
<br>
<br>
<br>
<h1 align="CENTER"><a name="CHAPTER_I"></a>CHAPTER I: A FISHING
EXCURSION</h1>

<p>"Now, Hargate, what a fellow you are! I've been looking for
you everywhere. Don't you know it's the House against the Town
boys. It's lucky that the Town have got the first innings; they
began a quarter of an hour ago."</p>

<p>"How tiresome!" Frank Hargate said. "I was watching a most
interesting thing here. Don't you see this little chaffinch nest
in the bush, with a newly hatched brood. There was a small black
snake threatening the nest, and the mother was defending it with
quivering wings and open beak. I never saw a prettier thing. I
sat quite still and neither of them seemed to notice me. Of
course I should have interfered if I had seen the snake getting
the best of it. When you came running up like a cart horse, the
snake glided away in the grass, and the bird flew off. Oh, dear!
I am sorry. I had forgotten all about the match."</p>

<p>"I never saw such a fellow as you are, Hargate. Here's the
opening match of the season, and you, who are one of our best
bats, poking about after birds and snakes. Come along; Thompson
sent me and two or three other fellows off in all directions to
find you. We shall be half out before you're back. Wilson took
James's wicket the first ball."</p>

<p>Frank Hargate leaped to his feet, and, laying aside for the
present all thoughts of his favorite pursuit, started off at a
run to the playing field. His arrival there was greeted with a
mingled chorus of welcome and indignation. Frank Hargate was,
next to Thompson the captain of the Town eleven, the best bat
among the home boarders. He played a steady rather than a
brilliant game, and was noted as a good sturdy sticker. Had he
been there, Thompson would have put him in at first, in order to
break the bowling of the House team. As it was, misfortunes had
come rapidly. Ruthven and Handcock were bowling splendidly, and
none of the Town boys were making any stand against them.
Thompson himself had gone in when the fourth wicket fell, and was
still in, although two wickets had since fallen, for only four
runs, and the seventh wicket fell just as Frank arrived, panting,
on the ground.</p>

<p>"Confound you, Hargate!" Thompson shouted, "where have you
been? And not even in flannels yet."</p>

<p>"I'm very sorry," Frank shouted back cheerfully, "and never
mind the flannels, for once. Shall I come in now?"</p>

<p>"No," Thompson said. "You'd better get your wind first. Let
Fenner come in next."</p>

<p>Fenner stayed in four overs, adding two singles as his share,
while Thompson put on a three and a two. Then Fenner was caught.
Thirty-one runs for eight wickets! Then Frank took the bat, and
walked to the ground. Thompson came across to him.</p>

<p>"Look here, Hargate, you have made a nice mess of it, and the
game looks as bad as can be. Whatever you do, play carefully.
Don't let out at anything that comes straight. The great thing is
to bother their bowling a bit. They're so cocky now, that pretty
near every ball is straight on the wickets. Be content with
blocking for a bit, and Handcock will soon go off. He always gets
savage if his bowling is collared."</p>

<p>Frank obeyed orders. In the next twenty minutes he only scored
six runs, all in singles, while Thompson, who was also playing
very carefully, put on thirteen. The game looked more hopeful for
the Town boys. Then there was a shout from the House, as
Thompson's middle wicket was sent flying. Childers, who was the
last of the team, walked out.</p>

<p>"Now, Childers," Thompson said, "don't you hit at a ball.
You're safe to be bowled or caught if you do. Just lift your bat,
and block them each time. Now, Frank, it's your turn to score.
Put them on as fast as you can. It's no use playing carefully any
longer."</p>

<p>Frank set to to hit in earnest. He had now got his eye well
in, and the stand which he and Thompson had made together, had
taken the sting out of the bowling. The ball which had taken
Thompson's wicket was the last of the over. Consequently the next
came to him. It was a little wide, and Frank, stepping out, drove
it for four. A loud shout rose from the Town boys. There had only
been one four scored before, during the innings. Off the next
ball Frank scored a couple, blocked the next, and drove the last
of the over past long leg for four. The next over Childers
strictly obeyed orders, blocking each ball. Then it was Frank's
turn again, and seven more went up on the board. They remained
together for just fifteen minutes, but during that time
thirty-one had been added to the score. Frank was caught at cover
point, having added twenty-eight since Thompson left him, the
other three being credited to Childers. The total was eighty-one
-- not a bad score in a school match.</p>

<p>"Well, you've redeemed yourself," Thompson said, as Frank
walked to the tent. "You played splendidly, old fellow, when you
did come. If we do as well next innings we are safe. They're not
likely to average eighty. Now get on your wicket-keeping gloves.
Green and I will bowl."</p>

<p>The House scored rapidly at first, and fifty runs were put on
with the loss of four wickets. Then misfortune fell upon them,
and the remaining six fell for nineteen. The next innings Frank
went in first, but was caught when the score stood at fifteen.
Thompson made fourteen, but the rest scored but badly, and the
whole were out for forty-eight.</p>

<p>The House had sixty-one to get to win. Six wickets had fallen
for fifty-one runs, when Thompson put Childers on to bowl. The
change was a fortunate one. Ruthven's stumps were lowered at the
first ball. Handcock was caught off the second. The spirits of
the Town boys rose. There were but two wickets more, and still
ten runs to get to win. The House played cautiously now, and
overs were sent down without a run. Then off a ball from Childers
a four was scored, but the next ball leveled the outside stump.
Then by singles the score mounted up until a tremendous shout
from the House announced that the game was saved, sixty runs
being marked by the scorers. The next ball, the Town boys replied
even more lustily, for Childers ball removed the bails, and the
game ended in a tie. Both parties were equally well satisfied,
and declared that a better game had never been played at Dr.
Parker's. As soon as the game was over Frank, without waiting to
join in the general talk over the game, put on his coat and
waistcoat and started at a run for home.</p>

<p>Frank Hargate was an only son. His mother lived in a tiny
cottage on the outskirts of Deal. She was a widow, her husband,
Captain Hargate, having died a year before. She had only her
pension as an officer's widow, a pittance that scarce sufficed
even for the modest wants of herself, Frank, and her little
daughter Lucy, now six years old.</p>

<p>"I hope I have not kept tea waiting, mother," Frank said as he
ran in. "It is not my beetles and butterflies this time. We have
been playing a cricket match, and a first rate one it was. Town
boys against the House. It ended in a tie."</p>

<p>"You are only a quarter of an hour late," his mother said,
smiling, "which is a great deal nearer being punctual than is
usually the case when you are out with your net. We were just
going to begin, for I know your habits too well to give you more
than a quarter of an hour's law."</p>

<p>"I'm afraid I am horridly unpunctual," Frank said, "and yet,
mother, I never go out without making up my mind that I will be
in sharp to time. But somehow there is always something which
draws me away."</p>

<p>"It makes no matter, Frank. If you are happy and amused I am
content, and if the tea is cold it is your loss, not ours. Now,
my boy, as soon as you have washed your hands we will have
tea."</p>

<p>It was a simple meal, thick slices of bread and butter and
tea, for Mrs. Hargate could only afford to put meat upon the
table once a day, and even for that several times in the week
fish was substituted, when the weather was fine and the fishing
boats returned, when well laden. Frank fortunately cared very
little what he ate, and what was good enough for his mother was
good enough for him. In his father's lifetime things had been
different, but Captain Hargate had fallen in battle in New
Zealand. He had nothing besides his pay, and his wife and
children had lived with him in barracks until his regiment was
ordered out to New Zealand, when he had placed his wife in the
little cottage she now occupied. He had fallen in an attack on a
Maori pah, a fortnight after landing in New Zealand. He had
always intended Frank to enter the military profession, and had
himself directed his education so long as he was at home.</p>

<p>The loss of his father had been a terrible blow for the boy,
who had been his constant companion when off duty. Captain
Hargate had been devoted to field sports and was an excellent
naturalist. The latter taste Frank had inherited from him. His
father had brought home from India -- where the regiment had been
stationed until it returned for its turn of home service four
years before he left New Zealand -- a very large quantity of
skins of birds which he had shot there. These he had stuffed and
mounted, and so dexterous was he at the work, so natural and
artistic were the groups of birds, that he was enabled to add
considerably to his income by sending these up to the shop of a
London naturalist. He had instructed Frank in his methods, and
had given him one of the long blowguns used by some of the hill
tribes in India. The boy had attained such dexterity in its use
that he was able with his clay pellets to bring down sitting
birds, however small, with almost unerring accuracy.</p>

<p>These he stuffed and mounted, arranging them with a taste and
skill which delighted the few visitors at his mother's
cottage.</p>

<p>Frank was ready to join in a game of football or cricket when
wanted, and could hold his own in either. But he vastly preferred
to go out for long walks with his blowgun, his net, and his
collecting boxes. At home every moment not required for the
preparation of his lessons was spent in mounting and arranging
his captures. He was quite ready to follow the course his father
proposed for him, and to enter the army. Captain Hargate had been
a very gallant officer, and the despatches had spoken most highly
of the bravery with which he led his company into action in the
fight in which he lost his life. Therefore Mrs. Hargate hoped
that Frank would have little difficulty in obtaining a commission
without purchase when the time for his entering the army
arrived.</p>

<p>Frank's desire for a military life was based chiefly upon the
fact that it would enable him to travel to many parts of the
world, and to indulge his taste for natural history to the
fullest. He was but ten years old when he left India with the
regiment, but he had still a vivid recollection of the lovely
butterflies and bright birds of that country.</p>

<p>His father had been at pains to teach him that a student of
natural history must be more than a mere collector, and that like
other sciences it must be methodically studied. He possessed an
excellent library of books upon the subject, and although Frank
might be ignorant of the name of any bird or insect shown to him
he could at once name the family and species.</p>

<p>In the year which Frank had been at school at Dr. Parker's he
had made few intimate friends. His habits of solitary wandering
and studious indoor work had hindered his becoming the chum of
any of his schoolfellows, and this absence of intimacy had been
increased by the fact that the straitness of his mother's means
prevented his inviting any of his schoolfellows to his home. He
had, indeed, brought one or two of the boys, whose tastes lay in
the direction of his own, to the house, to show them his
collections of birds and insects. But he declined their
invitations to visit them, as he was unable to return their
hospitality, and was too proud to eat and drink at other fellows'
houses when he could not ask them to do the same at his own. It
was understood at Dr. Parker's that Frank Hargate's people were
poor, but it was known that his father had been killed in battle.
There are writers who depict boys as worshipers of wealth, and
many pictures have been drawn of the slights and indignities to
which boys, whose means are inferior to those of their
schoolfellows, are subject. I am happy to believe that this is a
libel. There are, it is true, toadies and tuft hunters among boys
as among men. That odious creature, the parasite of the Greek and
Latin plays, exists still, but I do not believe that a boy is one
whit the less liked, or is ever taunted with his poverty,
provided he is a good fellow. Most of the miseries endured by
boys whose pocket money is less abundant than that of their
fellows are purely self inflicted. Boys and men who are always on
the lookout for slights will, of course, find what they seek. But
the lad who is not ashamed of what is no fault of his own, who
frankly and manfully says, "I can't afford it," will not find
that he is in any way looked down upon by those of his
schoolfellows whose good opinion is in the smallest degree worth
having.</p>

<p>Certainly this was so in the case of Frank Hargate. He was
never in the slightest degree ashamed of saying, "I can't afford
it;" and the fact that he was the son of an officer killed in
battle gave him a standing among the best in the school in spite
of his want of pocket money.</p>

<p>Frank was friends with many of the fishermen, and these would
often bring him strange fish and sea creatures brought up in
their nets, instead of throwing them back into the sea.</p>

<p>During the holidays he would sometimes go out with them for
twenty-four hours in their fishing-boats. His mother made no
objection to this, as she thought that the exercise and sea air
were good for his health, and that the change did him good. Frank
himself was so fond of the sea that he was half disposed to adopt
it instead of the army as a profession. But his mother was
strongly opposed to the idea, and won him to her way of thinking
by pointing out that although a sailor visits many ports he stays
long at none of them, and that in the few hours' leave he might
occasionally obtain he would be unable to carry out his favorite
pursuits.</p>

<p>"Hargate," Ruthven, who was one of the oldest of the House
boys, and was about Frank's age, that is about fifteen years old,
said a few days after the match, "the Doctor has given Handcock
and Jones and myself leave to take a boat and go out this
afternoon. We mean to start soon after dinner, and shall take
some lines and bait with us. We have got leave till lockup, so we
shall have a long afternoon of it. Will you come with us?"</p>

<p>"Thank you, Ruthven," Frank said; "I should like it very much,
but you know I'm short of pocket money, and I can't pay my share
of the boat, so I would rather leave it alone."</p>

<p>"Oh, nonsense, Hargate!" Ruthven answered; "we know money is
not your strong point, but we really want you to go with us. You
can manage a boat better than any of us, and you will really
oblige us if you will go with us."</p>

<p>"Oh, if you put it in that way," Frank said, "I shall be glad
to go with you; but I do not think," he went on, looking at the
sky, "that the weather looks very settled. However, if you do not
mind the chance of a ducking, I don't."</p>

<p>"That's agreed then," Ruthven said; "will you meet us near the
pier at three o'clock?"</p>

<p>"All right. I'll be punctual."</p>

<p>At the appointed hour the four lads met on the beach. Ruthven
and his companions wanted to choose a light rowing boat, but
Frank strongly urged them to take a much larger and heavier one.
"In the first place," he said, "the wind is blowing off shore,
and although it's calm here it will be rougher farther out; and,
unless I'm mistaken, the wind is getting up fast. Besides this it
will be much more comfortable to fish from a good sized
boat."</p>

<p>His comrades grumbled at the extra labor which the large boat
would entail in rowing. However, they finally gave in and the
boat was launched.</p>

<p>"Look out, Master Hargate," the boatman said as they started;
"you'd best not go out too far, for the wind is freshening fast,
and we shall have, I think, a nasty night."</p>

<p>The boys thought little of the warning, for the sky was bright
and blue, broken only by a few gauzy white clouds which streaked
it here and there. They rowed out about a mile, and then laying
in their oars, lowered their grapnel and began to fish. The sport
was good. The fish bit freely and were rapidly hauled on board.
Even Frank was so absorbed in the pursuit that he paid no
attention to the changing aspect of the sky, the increasing
roughness of the sea, or the rapidly rising wind.</p>

<p>Suddenly a heavy drop or two of rain fell in the boat. All
looked up.</p>

<p>"We are in for a squall," Frank exclaimed, "and no mistake. I
told you you would get a ducking, Ruthven."</p>

<p>He had scarcely spoken when the squall was upon them. A deluge
of rain swept down, driven by a strong squall of wind.</p>

<p>"Sit in the bottom of the boat," Frank said; "this is a
snorter."</p>

<p>Not a word was said for ten minutes, long before which all
were drenched to the skin. With the rain a sudden darkness had
fallen, and the land was entirely invisible. Frank looked
anxiously towards the shore. The sea was getting up fast, and the
boat tugging and straining at the cord of the grapnel. He shook
his head. "It looks very bad," he said to himself. "If this
squall does not abate we are going to have a bad time of it."</p>

<p>A quarter of an hour after it commenced the heavy downpour of
rain ceased, or rather changed into a driving sleet. It was still
extremely dark, a thick lead colored cloud overspread the sky.
Already the white horses showed how fast the sea was rising, and
the wind showed no signs of falling with the cessation of the
rain storm. The boat was laboring at her head rope and dipping
her nose heavily into the waves.</p>

<p>"Look here, you fellows," Frank shouted, "we must take to the
oars. If the rope were a long one we might ride here, but you
know it little more than reached the ground when we threw it out.
I believe she's dragging already, and even if she isn't she would
pull her head under water with so short a rope when the sea gets
up. We'd better get out the oars and row to shore, if we can,
before the sea gets worse."</p>

<p>The lads got up and looked round, and their faces grew pale
and somewhat anxious as they saw how threatening was the aspect
of the sea. They had four oars on board, and these were soon in
the water and the grapnel hauled up. A few strokes sufficed to
show them that with all four rowing the boat's head could not be
kept towards the shore, the wind taking it and turning the boat
broadside on.</p>

<p>"This will never do," Frank said. "I will steer and you row,
two oars on one side and one on the other. I will take a spell
presently.</p>

<p>"Row steadily, Ruthven," he shouted; "don't spurt. We have a
long row before us and must not knock ourselves up at the
beginning."</p>

<p>For half an hour not a word was spoken beyond an occasional
cheery exhortation from Frank. The shore could be dimly seen at
times through the driving mist, and Frank's heart sank as he
recognized the fact that it was further off than it had been when
they first began to row. The wind was blowing a gale now, and,
although but two miles from shore, the sea was already rough for
an open boat.</p>

<p>"Here, Ruthven, you take a spell now," he said.</p>

<p>Although the rowers had from time to time glanced over their
shoulders, they could not, through the mist, form any idea of
their position. When Ruthven took the helm he exclaimed, "Good
gracious, Frank! the shore is hardly visible. We are being blown
out to sea."</p>

<p>"I am afraid we are," Frank said; "but there is nothing to do
but to keep on rowing. The wind may lull or it may shift and give
us a chance of making for Ramsgate. The boat is a good sea boat,
and may keep afloat even if we are driven out to sea. Or if we
are missed from shore they may send the lifeboat out after us.
That is our best chance."</p>

<p>In another quarter of an hour Ruthven was ready to take
another spell at the oar. "I fear," Frank shouted to him as he
climbed over the seat, "there is no chance whatever of making
shore. All we've got to do is to row steadily and keep her head
dead to wind. Two of us will do for that. You and I will row now,
and let Handcock and Jones steer and rest by turns. Then when we
are done up they can take our places."</p>

<p>In another hour it was quite dark, save for the gray light
from the foaming water around. The wind was blowing stronger than
ever, and it required the greatest care on the part of the
steersman to keep her dead in the eye of the wind. Handcock was
steering now, and Jones lying at the bottom of the boat, where he
was sheltered, at least from the wind. All the lads were plucky
fellows and kept up a semblance of good spirits, but all in their
hearts knew that their position was a desperate one.</p>

<h1 align="CENTER"><a name="CHAPTER_II"></a>CHAPTER II: A MAD
DOG</h1>

<p>"Don't you think, Hargate," Ruthven shouted in his ear, "we
had better run before it? It's as much as Handcock can do to keep
her head straight."</p>

<p>"Yes," Frank shouted back, "if it were not for the Goodwins.
They lie right across ahead of us."</p>

<p>Ruthven said no more, and for another hour he and Frank rowed
their hardest. Then Handcock and Jones took the oars. Ruthven lay
down in the bottom of the boat and Frank steered. After rowing
for another hour Frank found that he could no longer keep the
boat head to wind. Indeed, he could not have done so for so long
had he not shipped the rudder and steered the boat with an oar,
through a notch cut in the stern for the purpose. Already the
boat shipped several heavy seas, and Ruthven was kept hard at
work baling with a tin can in which they had brought out
bait.</p>

<p>"Ruthven, we must let her run. Put out the other oar, we must
watch our time. Row hard when I give the word."</p>

<p>The maneuver was safely accomplished, and in a minute the boat
was flying before the gale.</p>

<p>"Keep on rowing," Frank said, "but take it easily. We must try
and make for the tail of the sands. I can see the lightship."</p>

<p>Frank soon found that the wind was blowing too directly upon
the long line of sands to enable him to make the lightship.
Already, far ahead, a gray light seemed to gleam up, marking
where the sea was breaking over the dreaded shoal.</p>

<p>"I am afraid it is no use," he said. "Now, boys, we had best,
each of us, say our prayers to God, and prepare to die bravely,
for I fear that there is no hope for us."</p>

<p>There was silence in the boat for the next five minutes, as
the boys sat with their heads bent down. More than one choking
sob might have been heard, had the wind lulled, as they thought
of the dear ones at home. Suddenly there was a flash of light
ahead, and the boom of a gun directly afterwards came upon their
ears. Then a rocket soared up into the air.</p>

<p>"There is a vessel on the sands," Frank exclaimed. "Let us
make for her. If we can get on board we shall have a better
chance than here."</p>

<p>The boys again bent to their oars, and Frank tried to steer
exactly for the spot whence the rocket had gone up. Presently
another gun flashed out.</p>

<p>"There she is," he said. "I can see her now against the line
of breakers. Take the oar again, Ruthven. We must bring up under
shelter of her lee."</p>

<p>In another minute or two they were within a hundred yards of
the ship. She was a large vessel, and lay just at the edge of the
broken water. The waves, as they struck her, flew high above her
deck. As the boat neared her a bright light suddenly sprang up.
The ship was burning a blue light. Then a faint cheer was
heard.</p>

<p>"They see us," Frank said. "They must think we are the
lifeboat. What a disappointment for them! Now, steady, lads, and
prepare to pull her round the instant we are under her stern. I
will go as near as I dare."</p>

<p>Frank could see the people on deck watching the boat. They
must have seen now that she was not the lifeboat; but even in
their own danger they must have watched with intense interest the
efforts of the tiny boat, adrift in the raging sea, to reach
them. Frank steered the boat within a few yards of the stern.
Then Jones and Ruthven, who were both rowing the same side,
exerted themselves to the utmost, while Frank pushed with the
steering oar. A minute later, and they lay in comparatively still
water, under the lee of the ship. Two or three ropes were thrown
them, and they speedily climbed on board.</p>

<p>"We thought you were the lifeboat at first," the captain said,
as they reached the deck; "but, of course, they cannot be here
for a couple of hours yet."</p>

<p>"We were blown off shore, sir," Frank said, "and have been
rowing against the wind for hours."</p>

<p>"Well, my lads," the captain said, "you have only prolonged
your lives for a few minutes, for she will not hold together
long."</p>

<p>The ship, indeed, presented a pitiable appearance. The masts
had already gone, the bulwark to windward had been carried away,
and the hull lay heeled over at a sharp angle, her deck to
leeward being level with the water. The crew were huddled down
near the lee bulwarks, sheltered somewhat by the sharp slope of
the deck from the force of the wind. As each wave broke over the
ship, tons of water rushed down upon them. No more guns were
fired, for the lashing had broken and the gun run down to
leeward. Already there were signs that the ship would break up
ere long, and no hope existed that rescue could arrive in
time.</p>

<p>Suddenly there was a great crash, and the vessel parted
amidships.</p>

<p>"A few minutes will settle it now," the captain said. "God
help us all."</p>

<p>At this moment there was a shout to leeward, which was
answered by a scream of joy from those on board the wreck, for
there, close alongside, lay the lifeboat, whose approach had been
entirely unseen. In a few minutes the fifteen men who remained of
the twenty-two, who had formed the crew of the wreck, and the
four boys, were on board her. A tiny sail was set and the boat's
head laid towards Ramsgate.</p>

<p>"I am glad to see you, Master Hargate," the sailor who rowed
one of the stroke oars shouted. He was the man who had lent them
the boat. "I was up in the town looking after my wife, who is
sick, and clean forgot you till it was dark. Then I ran down and
found the boat hadn't returned, so I got the crew together and we
came out to look for you, though we had little hope of finding
you. It was lucky for you we did, and for the rest of them too,
for so it chanced that we were but half a mile away when the ship
fired her first gun, just as we had given you up and determined
to go back; so on we came straight here. Another ten minutes and
we should have been too late. We are making for Ramsgate now. We
could never beat back to Deal in this wind. I don't know as I
ever saw it blow much harder."</p>

<p>These sentences were not spoken consecutively, but were
shouted out in the intervals between gusts of wind. It took them
two hours to beat back to Ramsgate, a signal having been made as
soon as they left the wreck to inform the lifeboat there and at
Broadstairs that they need not put out, as the rescue had been
already effected. The lads were soon put to bed at the sailors'
home, a man being at once despatched on horseback to Deal, to
inform those there of the arrival of the lifeboat, and of the
rescue of the four boys who had been blown to sea.</p>

<p>Early next morning Frank and Handcock returned to Deal, the
other two lads being so exhausted by their fatigue and exposure
that the doctor said they had better remain in bed for another
twenty-four hours.</p>

<p>It is impossible to describe the thankfulness and relief which
Mrs. Hargate experienced, when, about two in the morning, Dr.
Parker himself brought her news of the safety of her boy. She had
long given up all hope, for when the evening came on and Frank
had not returned, she had gone down to the shore. She learned
from the fishermen there that it was deemed impossible that the
boys could reach shore in face of the gale, and that although the
lifeboat had just put out in search of them, the chances of their
being found were, as she herself saw, faint indeed. She had
passed the hours which had intervened, in prayer, and was still
kneeling by her bedside, where little Lucy was unconsciously
sleeping, when Dr. Parker's knock was heard at the door. Fervent,
indeed, was her gratitude to God for the almost miraculous
preservation of her son's life, and then, overcome by the
emotions she had experienced, she sought her couch, and was still
asleep when, by the earliest train in the morning, Frank
returned.</p>

<p>For some time the four boys were the heroes of the school. A
subscription was got up to pay for the lost boat, and close as
were Mrs. Hargate's means, she enabled Frank to subscribe his
share towards the fund. The incident raised Frank to a pinnacle
of popularity among his schoolfellows, for the three others were
unanimous in saying that it was his coolness and skill in the
management of the boat, which alone kept up their spirits, and
enabled them to keep her afloat during the gale, and to make the
wreck in safety.</p>

<p>In the general enthusiasm excited by the event, Frank's
pursuits, which had hitherto found few followers, now became
quite popular in the school. A field club was formed, of which he
was elected president, and long rambles in the country in search
of insects and plants were frequently organized. Frank himself
was obliged, in the interests of the school, to moderate the zeal
of the naturalists, and to point out that cricket must not be
given up, as, if so large a number withdrew themselves from the
game, the school would suffer disaster in its various engagements
with other schools in the neighborhood. Consequently the rule was
made that members of the club were bound to be in the cricket
field on at least three days in the week, including one half
holiday, while they were free to ramble in the country on other
days. This wise regulation prevented the "naturalists" from
becoming unpopular in the school, which would assuredly have been
the case had they entirely absented themselves from cricket.</p>

<p>One Saturday afternoon Frank started with a smaller boy, who
was one of his most devoted followers, for a long country walk.
Frank carried his blowgun, and a butterfly net, Charlie Goodall a
net of about a foot in depth, made of canvas, mounted on a stout
brass rim, and strong stick, for the capture of water beetles.
Their pockets bulged with bottles and tin boxes for the carriage
of their captured prey.</p>

<p>They had passed through Eastry, a village four miles from
Deal, when Frank exclaimed, "There is a green hairstreak. The
first I've seen this year. I have never caught one before."</p>

<p>Cautiously approaching the butterfly, who was sunning himself
on the top of a thistle, Frank prepared to strike, when it
suddenly mounted and flitted over a hedge. In a moment the boys
had scrambled through the gap and were in full pursuit. The
butterfly flitted here and there, sometimes allowing the boys to
approach within a few feet and then flitting away again for fifty
yards without stopping. Heedless where they were going, the boys
pursued, till they were startled by a sudden shout close to
them.</p>

<p>"You young rascals, how dare you run over my wheat?"</p>

<p>The boys stopped, and Frank saw what, in his excitement, he
had not hitherto heeded, that he was now running in a field of
wheat, which reached to his knee.</p>

<p>"I am very sorry, sir," he said. "I was so excited than I
really did not see where I was going."</p>

<p>"Not see!" shouted the angry farmer. "You young rascal, I'll
break every bone in your body," and he flourished a heavy stick
as he spoke.</p>

<p>Charlie Goodall began to cry.</p>

<p>"I have no right to trespass on your wheat, sir," Frank said
firmly; "but you have no right to strike us. My name is Frank
Hargate. I belong to Dr. Parker's school at Deal, and if you will
say what damage I have caused, I will pay for it."</p>

<p>"You shall pay for it now," shouted the farmer, as he advanced
with uplifted stick.</p>

<p>Frank slipped three or four of his clay bullets into his
mouth.</p>

<p>"Leave us alone or it will be worse for you," he said as he
raised the blowgun to his mouth.</p>

<p>The farmer advanced, and Frank sent a bullet with all his
force, and with so true an aim that he struck the farmer on the
knuckles. It was a sharp blow, and the farmer, with a cry of pain
and surprise, dropped the stick.</p>

<p>"Don't come a step nearer," Frank shouted. "If you do, I will
aim at your eye next time," and he pointed the threatening tube
at the enraged farmer's face.</p>

<p>"I'll have the law of you, you young villain. I'll make you
smart for this."</p>

<p>"You can do as you like about that," Frank said. "I have only
struck you in self defense, and have let you off easily. Come
along, Charlie, let's get out of this."</p>

<p>In a few minutes they were again on the road, the farmer
making no attempt to follow them, but determined in his mind to
drive over the next morning to Deal to take out a summons against
them for trespass and assault. The lads proceeded silently along
the road. Frank was greatly vexed with himself at his
carelessness in running over half grown wheat, and was meditating
how he could pay the fine without having to ask his mother. He
determined upon his return to carry some of his cases of stuffed
birds down to a shop in the town, and he felt sure that he could
get enough for these to pay for any damage which could have been
inflicted, with a fine for trespassing, for he had seen stuffed
birds exposed in the windows for sale, which were, he was sure,
very inferior to his own both in execution and lifelike
interest.</p>

<p>After proceeding a few hundred yards along the road they met a
pretty little girl of seven or eight years old walking along
alone. Frank scarcely glanced at her, for at the moment he heard
a shouting in the distance and saw some men running along the
road. For a moment he thought that the farmer had despatched some
of his men to stop him, but instantly dismissed the idea, as they
were coming from the opposite direction and could by no
possibility have heard what had happened. They were lost sight of
by a dip in the road, and as they disappeared, an object was seen
on the road on the near side of the dip.</p>

<p>"It is a dog," Frank said. "What can they be shouting at?"</p>

<p>The dog was within fifty yards of them when the men again
appeared from the dip and recommenced shouting. Frank could now
hear what they said.</p>

<p>"Mad dog! mad dog!"</p>

<p>"Get through the hedge, Charlie, quick," Frank cried. "Here, I
will help you over, never mind the thorns."</p>

<p>The hedge was low and closely kept, and Frank, bundling his
comrade over it, threw himself across and looked round. The dog
was within ten yards of them, and Frank saw that the alarm was
well founded. The dog was a large crossbred animal, between a
mastiff and a bulldog. Its hair was rough and bristling. It came
along with its head down and foam churning from its mouth. Frank
looked the other way and gave a cry. Yet twenty yards off, in the
middle of the road, stood the child. She, too, had heard the
shouts, and had paused to see what was the matter. She had not
taken the alarm, but stood unsuspicious of danger, watching, not
the dog, but the men in the distance.</p>

<p>Frank placed the blowgun to his mouth, and in a moment his
pellet struck the animal smartly on the side of the head. It gave
a short yelp and paused. Another shot struck it, and then Frank,
snatching the water net from Charlie, threw himself over the
hedge, and placed himself between the child and the dog just as
the latter, with a savage growl, rushed at him.</p>

<p>Frank stood perfectly cool, and as the animal rushed forward,
thrust the net over its head; the ring was but just large enough
to allow its head to enter. Frank at once sprang forward, and
placing himself behind the dog kept a strain upon the stick, so
retaining the mouth of the net tightly on his neck. The animal at
first rushed forward dragging Frank after him. Then he stopped,
backed, and tried to withdraw his head from the encumbrance which
blinded him. Frank, however, had no difficulty in retaining the
canvas net in its place, until the men, who were armed with
pitchforks, ran up and speedily despatched the unfortunate
animal.</p>

<p>"That's bravely done, young master," one of them said; "and
you have saved missy's life surely. The savage brute rushed into
the yard and bit a young colt and a heifer, and then, as we came
running out with forks, he took to the road again. We chased 'um
along, not knowing who we might meet, and it gived us a rare turn
when we saw the master's Bessy standing alone in the road, wi'
nout between her and the dog. Where have you been, Miss
Bessy?"</p>

<p>"I've been to aunt's," she said, "and she gave me some
strawberries and cream, and it's wicked of you to kill the poor
dog."</p>

<p>"Her aunt's farm lies next to master's," the man explained;
"and little miss often goes over there.</p>

<p>"The dog was mad, missy, and if it hadn't been for young
master here, it would have killed you as safe as eggs. Won't you
come back to the farm, sir? Master and mistress would be main
glad to thank you for having saved missy's life."</p>

<p>"No, thank you," Frank said; "we are late now and must be
going on our way. I am very glad I happened to be here at the
time;" so saying Frank and Charlie proceeded on their way to
Deal.</p>

<p>On reaching home he at once picked out four of his best cases
of stuffed birds. The cases he had constructed himself, for his
father had encouraged him to depend upon himself for his
amusements. He had asked Charlie to come round to help him to
carry the cases, and with these he proceeded to a shop where he
had seen such things offered for sale.</p>

<p>"And you really did these yourself?" the man said in surprise.
"They are beautifully done. Quite pictures, I call them. It is a
pity that they are homely birds. There is no great sale for such
things here. I cannot give you more than five shillings each, but
if you had them in London they would be worth a great deal
more."</p>

<p>Frank gladly accepted the offer, and feeling sure that the
pound would cover the damage done and the fine, which might be
five shillings apiece for trespassing, went home in good spirits.
The next morning the doctor was called out in the middle of
school, and presently returned accompanied by the farmer with
whom they had had the altercation on the previous day. Frank felt
his cheeks flush as he anticipated a severe reprimand before the
whole school.</p>

<p>"Mr. Gregson," the doctor said, "tells me that two of my boys
were out near his place at Eastry yesterday. One of them gave him
his name, which he has forgotten."</p>

<p>"It was I, sir," Frank said rising in his place; "I was there
with Goodall. We ran on Mr. Gregson's ground after a butterfly.
It was my fault, sir, for, of course, Goodall went where I did.
We ran among his wheat, and I really did not notice where we were
going till he called to us. I was wrong, of course, and am ready
to pay for any damage we may have caused."</p>

<p>"You are welcome," the farmer said, "to trample on my wheat
for the rest of your born days. I haven't come over here to talk
about the wheat, though I tell you fairly I'd minded to do so.
I've come over here, Dr. Parker, me and my missus who's outside,
to thank this young gentleman for having saved the life of my
little daughter Bessy. She was walking along the road when a mad
dog, a big brute of a mastiff, who came, I hear, from somewhere
about Canterbury, and who has bit two boys on the road, to say
nothing of other dogs and horses and such like; he came along the
road, he were close to my Bess, and she stood there all alone.
Some of my men with pitchforks were two hundred yards or so
behind; but law, they could have done nothing! when this young
gentleman here jumped all of a sudden over a hedge and put
himself between the dog and my Bess. The dog, he rushed at him;
but what does he do but claps a bag he'd got at the end of a
stick over the brute's head, and there he holds him tight till
the men comes up and kills him with their forks.</p>

<p>"Young gentleman," he said, stepping up to Frank and holding
out his hand, "I owe my child's life to you. There are not many
men who would have thrown themselves in the way of a mad dog, for
the sake of a child they knew nothing of. I thank you for it with
all my heart. God bless you, sir. Now, boys, you give three
cheers with me for your schoolmate, for you've got a right to be
proud of him."</p>

<p>Three such thundering cheers as those which arose had never
been heard within the limits of Dr. Parker's school from the day
of its foundation. Seeing that farther work could not be expected
from them after this excitement, Dr. Parker gave the boys a
holiday for the rest of the day, and they poured out from the
schoolroom, shouting and delighted, while Frank was taken off to
the parlor to be thanked by Mrs. Gregson. The farmer closed his
visit by inviting Frank, with as many of his schoolfellows as he
liked -- the whole school if they would come, the more the better
-- to come over to tea on the following Saturday afternoon, and
he promised them as much strawberries and cream as they could
eat. The invitation was largely accepted, and the boys all agreed
that a jollier meal they never sat down to than that which was
spread on tables in the farmer's garden. The meal was called tea,
but it might have been a dinner, for the tables were laden with
huge pies, cold chicken and duck, hams, and piles of cakes and
tarts of all sorts. Before they started for home, late in the
evening, syllabub and cake were handed round, and the boys
tramped back to Deal in the highest of glee at the entertainment
they had received from the hospitable farmer and his wife.</p>

<p>Great fun had been caused after tea by the farmer giving a
humorous relation of the battle with which his acquaintance with
Frank had commenced, and especially at the threat of Frank to
send a bullet into his eye if he interfered with him. When they
left, a most cordial invitation was given to Frank to come over,
with any friend he liked to bring with him, and have tea at the
Oaks Farm whenever he chose to do so.</p>

<h1 align="CENTER"><a name="CHAPTER_III"></a>CHAPTER III: A TOUGH
YARN</h1>

<p>"You had a close shave the other night," one of the boatmen
remarked to Frank, as a few days after the adventure he strolled
down with Ruthven and Handcock to talk to the boatman whose boat
had been lost, "a very narrow shave. I had one out there myself
when I was just about your age, nigh forty years ago. I went out
for a sail with my father in his fishing boat, and I didn't come
back for three years. That was the only long voyage I ever went.
I've been sticking to fishing ever since."</p>

<p>"How was it you were away three years?" Handcock asked, "and
what was the adventure? Tell us about it."</p>

<p>"Well, it's rather a long yarn," the boatman said.</p>

<p>"Well, your best plan, Jack," Ruthven said, putting his hand
in his pocket and bringing out sixpence, "will be for you to go
across the road and wet your whistle before you begin."</p>

<p>"Thank ye, young gentleman. I will take three o' grog and an
ounce of 'bacca."</p>

<p>He went across to the public house, and soon returned with a
long clay in his hand. Then he sat down on the shingle with his
back against a boat, and the boys threw themselves down close to
him.</p>

<p>"Now," he began, when he had filled his pipe with great
deliberation and got it fairly alight, "this here yarn as I'm
going to tell you ain't no gammon. Most of the tales which gets
told on the beach to visitors as comes down here and wants to
hear of sea adventures is just lies from beginning to end. Now, I
ain't that sort, leastways, I shouldn't go to impose upon young
gents like you as ha' had a real adventure of your own, and
showed oncommon good pluck and coolness too. I don't say, mind
ye, that every word is just gospel. My mates as ha' known me from
a boy tells me that I've 'bellished the yarn since I first told
it, and that all sorts of things have crept in which wasn't there
first. That may be so. When a man tells a story a great many
times, naturally he can't always tell it just the same, and he
gets so mixed up atween what he told last and what he told first
that he don't rightly know which was which when he wants to tell
it just as it really happened. So if sometimes it appears to you
that I'm steering rather wild, just you put a stopper on and
bring me up all standing with a question."</p>

<p>There was a quiet humor about the boatman's face, and the boys
winked at each other as much as to say that after such an
exordium they must expect something rather staggering. The
boatman took two or three hard whiffs at his pipe and then
began.</p>

<p>"It was towards the end of September in 1832, that's just
forty years ago now, that I went out with my father and three
hands in the smack, the <i>Flying Dolphin</i>. I'd been at sea
with father off and on ever since I was about nine years old, and
a smarter boy wasn't to be found on the beach. The <i>Dolphin</i>
was a good sea boat, but she wasn't, so to say, fast, and I
dunno' as she was much to look at, for the old man wasn't the
sort of chap to chuck away his money in paint or in new sails as
long as the old ones could be pieced and patched so as to hold
the wind. We sailed out pretty nigh over to the French coast, and
good sport we had. We'd been out two days when we turned her head
homewards. The wind was blowing pretty strong, and the old man
remarked, he thought we was in for a gale. There was some talk of
our running in to Calais and waiting till it had blown itself
out, but the fish might have spoil before the Wind dropped, so we
made up our minds to run straight into Dover and send the fish up
from there. The night came on wild and squally, and as dark as
pitch. It might be about eight bells, and I and one of the other
hands had turned in, when father gave a sudden shout down the
hatch, 'All hands on deck.' I was next to the steps and sprang up
'em. Just as I got to the top something grazed my face. I caught
at it, not knowing what it was, and the next moment there was a
crash, and the <i>Dolphin</i> went away from under my feet. I
clung for bare life, scarce awake yet nor knowing what had
happened. The next moment I was under water. I still held on to
the rope and was soon out again. By this time I was pretty well
awake to what had happened. A ship running down channel had
walked clean over the poor old <i>Dolphin</i>, and I had got hold
of the bobstay. It took me some time to climb up on to the
bowsprit, for every time she pitched I went under water. However,
I got up at last and swarmed along the bowsprit and got on board.
There was a chap sitting down fast asleep there. I walked aft to
the helmsman. Two men were pacing up and down in front of him.
'You're a nice lot, you are,' I said, 'to go running down Channel
at ten knots an hour without any watch, a-walking over ships and
a-drowning of seamen. I'll have the law of ye, see if I
don't.'</p>

<p>"'Jeerusalem!' said one, 'who have we here?'</p>

<p>"'My name is Jack Perkins,' says I, 'and I'm the sole
survivor, as far as I knows, of the smack, the <i>Flying
Dolphin</i>, as has been run down by this craft and lost with all
hands.'</p>

<p>"'Darn the <i>Flying Dolphin</i>, and you too,' says the man,
and he begins to walk up and down the deck a-puffn' of a long
cigar as if nothing had happened.</p>

<p>"'Oh, come,' says I, 'this won't do. Here you've been and run
down a smack, drowned father and the other three hands, and your
lookout fast asleep, and you does nothing.'</p>

<p>"'I suppose,' said the captain, sarcastic, 'you want me to
jump over to look for 'em. You want me to heave the ship to in
this gale and to invite yer father perlitely to come on board.
P'raps you'd like a grapnel put out to see if I couldn't hook the
smack and bring her up again. Perhaps you'd like to be chucked
overboard yourself. Nobody asked you to come on board, nobody
wanted your company. I reckon the wisest thing you can do is to
go for'ard and turn in.' There didn't seem much for me to do
else, so I went forward to the forecastle. There most of the
hands were asleep, but two or three were sitting up yarning. I
told 'em my story and what this captain had said.</p>

<p>"'He's a queer hand is the skipper,' one of 'em said, 'and
hasn't got a soft place about him. Well, my lad, I'm sorry for
what's happened, but talking won't do it any good. You've got a
long voyage before you, and you'd best turn in and make yourself
comfortable for it.'</p>

<p>"'I ain't going a long voyage,' says I, beginning to wipe my
eye, 'I wants to be put ashore at the first port.'</p>

<p>"'Well, my lad, I daresay the skipper will do that, but as
we're bound for the coast of Chili from Hamburg, and ain't likely
to be there for about five months, you've got, as I said, a long
voyage before you. If the weather had been fine the skipper might
have spoken some ship in the Channel, and put you on board, but
before the gale's blown out we shall be hundreds of miles at sea.
Even if it had been fine I don't suppose the skipper would have
parted with you, especially if you told him the watch was asleep.
He would not care next time he entered an English port to have a
claim fixed on his ship for the vally of the smack.'</p>

<p>"I saw what the sailor said was like enough, and blamed myself
for having let out about the watch. However, there was no help
for it, and I turned into an empty bunk and cried myself to
sleep. What a voyage that was, to be sure! The ship was a Yankee
and so was the master and mates. The crew were of all sorts,
Dutch, and Swedes, and English, a Yank or two, and a sprinklin'
of niggers. It was one of those ships they call a hell on earth,
and cussing and kicking and driving went on all day. I hadn't no
regular place give me, but helped the black cook, and pulled at
ropes, and swabbed the decks, and got kicked and cuffed all
round. The skipper did not often speak to me, but when his eye
lighted on me he gave an ugly sort of look, as seemed to say,
'You'd better ha' gone down with the others. You think you're
going to report the loss of the smack, and to get damages against
the <i>Potomac</i>, do you? we shall see.' The crew were a rough
lot, but the spirit seemed taken out of 'em by the treatment they
met with. It was a word and a blow with the mates, and they would
think no more of catching up a handspike and stretching a man
senseless on the deck than I should of killing a fly. There was
two or three among 'em of a better sort than the others. The best
of 'em was the carpenter, an old Dutchman. 'Leetle boy,' he used
to say to me, 'you keep yourself out of the sight of de skipper.
Bad man dat. Me much surprise if you get to de end of dis voyage
all right. You best work vera hard and give him no excuse to hit
you. If he do, by gosh, he kill you, and put down in de log, Boy
killed by accident.'</p>

<p>"I felt that this was so myself, and I did my work as well as
I could. One day, however, when we were near the line I happened
to upset a bucket with some tar. The captain was standing close
by.</p>

<p>"'You young dog,' he said, 'you've done that a purpose,' and
before I could speak he caught up the bucket by the handle and
brought it down on my head with all his might. The next thing I
remember was, I was lying in a bunk in the forecastle. Everything
looked strange to me, and I couldn't raise my head. After a time
I made shift to turn it round, and saw old Jans sitting on a
chest mending a jacket. I called him, but my voice was so low I
hardly seemed to hear it myself.</p>

<p>"'Ah, my leetle boy!' he said, 'I am glad to hear you speak
again. Two whole weeks you say nothing except talk nonsense.'</p>

<p>"'Have I been ill?' I asked.</p>

<p>"'You haf been vera bad,' he said. 'De captain meant to kill
you, I haf no doubt, and he pretty near do it. After he knock you
down he said you dead. He sorry for accident, not mean to hit you
so hard, but you dead and better be tossed overboard at once. De
mates they come up and take your hands and feet. Den I insist dat
I feel your wrist. Two or three of us dey stood by me. Captain he
vera angry, say we mutinous dogs. I say not mutinous, but wasn't
going to see a boy who was only stunned thrown overboard. We say
if he did dat we make complaint before consul when we get to
port. De skipper he cuss and swear awful. Howebber we haf our way
and carry you here. You haf fever and near die. Tree days after
we bring you here de captain he swear you shamming and comed to
look at you hisself, but he see that it true and tink you going
to die. He go away wid smile on his face. Every day he ask if you
alive, and give grunt when I say yes. Now you best keep vera
quiet. You no talk 'cept when no one else here but me. Other
times lie wid your face to the side and your eyes shut. Best keep
you here as long as we can, de longer de better. He make you come
on deck and work as soon as he think you strong enough to stand.
Best get pretty strong before you go out.'</p>

<p>"For another three weeks I lay in my bunk. I only ate a little
gruel when others were there, but when the skipper was at dinner
Jans would bring me strong soup and meat from the caboose. The
captain came several times and shook me and swore I was shamming,
but I only answered in a whisper and seemed as faint as a girl.
All this time the <i>Potomac</i> was making good way, and was
running fast down the coast of South America. The air was getting
cool and fresh.</p>

<p>"'I tink,' Jans said one evening to me, 'dat dis not go on
much much longer. De crew getting desperate. Dey talk and mutter
among demselves. Me thinks we have trouble before long.'</p>

<p>"The next day one of the mates came in with a bucket of water.
'There! you skulking young hound,' he said as he threw it over
me; 'you'd best get out, or the skipper will come and rouse you
up himself.'</p>

<p>"I staggered on to the floor. I had made up my mind to sham
weak, but I did not need to pretend at first, for having been six
weeks in bed, I felt strange and giddy when I got up. I slipped
on my clothes and went out on deck, staggered to the bulwarks and
held on. The fresh air soon set me straight, and I felt that I
was pretty strong again. However, I pretended to be able to
scarce stand, and, holding on by the bulwark, made my way
aft.</p>

<p>"'You young dog,' the skipper said, 'you've been shamming for
the last six weeks. I reckon I'll sharpen you up now,' and he hit
me a heavy blow with a rattan he held in his hand. There was a
cry of 'Shame!' from some of the men. As quick as thought the
skipper pulled a pistol from his pocket.</p>

<p>"'Who cried "Shame"?' he asked looking round.</p>

<p>"No one answered. Still holding the pistol in his hand he gave
me several more cuts, and then told me to swab the deck. I did
it, pretending all the time I was scarce strong enough to keep my
feet. Then I made my way forward and sat down against the
bulwark, as if nigh done up, till night came. That night as I lay
in my bunk I heard the men talking in whispers together. I judged
from what they said that they intended to wait for another week,
when they expected to enter Magellan Straits, and then to attack
and throw the officers overboard. Nothing seemed settled as to
what they would do afterwards. Some were in favor of continuing
the voyage to port, and there giving out that the captain and
officers had been washed overboard in a storm; when, if all stood
true to each other, the truth could never be known, although
suspicions might arise. The others, however, insisted that you
never could be sure of every one, and that some one would be sure
to peach. They argued in favor of sailing west and beaching the
ship on one of the Pacific islands, where they could live
comfortably and take wives among the native women. If they were
ever found they could then say that the ship was blown out of her
course and wrecked there, and that the captain and officers had
been drowned or killed by the natives. It seemed to me that this
party were the strongest. For the next week I was thrashed and
kicked every day and had I been as weak as I pretended to be, I'm
sure they would have killed me. However, thanks to the food Jans
brought me, for I was put on bread and water, I held on. At last
we entered the straits. The men were very quiet that day, and the
captain in a worse temper than usual. I did not go to sleep, and
turned out at the midnight watch, for I was made to keep watch
although I was on duty all day. As the watch came in I heard them
say to the others, 'In ten minutes' time.' Presently I saw them
come out, and joining the watch on deck they went aft quietly in
a body. They had all got handspikes in their hands. Then there
was a rush. Two pistol shots were fired, and then there was a
splash, and I knew that the officer on watch was done for. Then
they burst into the aft cabins. There were pistol shots and
shouts, and for three or four minutes the fight went on. Then all
was quiet. Then they came up on deck again and I heard three
splashes, that accounted for the captain and the two other mates.
I thought it safe now to go aft. I found that six of the men had
been killed. These were thrown overboard, and then the crew got
at the spirit stores and began to drink. I looked about for Jans,
and found him presently sitting on the deck by the bulwark.</p>

<p>"'Ah, my leetle boy!' he said, 'you have just come in time. I
have been shot through the body. I was not in de fight, but was
standing near when dey rushed at de officer on watch. De first
pistol he fire missed de man he aim at and hit me. Well, it was
shust as well. I am too old to care for living among de black
peoples, and I did not want a black wife at all. So matters haf
not turned out so vera bad. Get me some water.'</p>

<p>"I got him some, but in five minutes the poor old Dutchman was
dead. There was no one on deck. All were shouting and singing in
the captain's cabin, so I went and turned in forward. Morning was
just breaking when I suddenly woke. There was a great light, and
running on deck I saw the fire pouring out from the cabin aft. I
suppose they had all drunk themselves stupid and had upset a
light, and the fire had spread and suffocated them all. Anyhow,
there were none of them to be seen. I got hold of a water keg and
placed it in a boat which luckily hung out on its davits, as Jans
had, the day before, been calking a seam in her side just above
the water's edge. I made a shift to lower it, threw off the
falls, and getting out the oars, rowed off. I lay by for some
little time, but did not see a soul on deck. Then, as I had
nowhere particular to go, I lay down and slept. On getting up I
found that I had drifted two or three miles from the ship, which
was now a mere smoking shell, the greater part being burnt to the
Water's edge. Two miles to the north lay the land, and getting
out an oar at the stern I sculled her to shore. I suppose I had
been seen, or that the flames of the ship had called down the
people, for there they were in the bay, and such a lot of
creatures I never set eyes on. Men and women alike was pretty
nigh naked, and dirt is no name for them. Though I was but a boy
I was taller than most. They came round me and jabbered and
jabbered till I was nigh deafened. Over and over again they
pointed to the ship. I thought they wanted to know whether I
belonged to it, but it couldn't have been that, because when I
nodded a lot of 'em jumped into some canoes which was lying
ashore, and taking me with them paddled off to the ship. I
suppose they really wanted to know if they could have what they
could find. That wasn't much, but it seemed a treasure to them.
There was a lot of burned beams floating about alongside, and all
of these which had iron or copper bolts or fastenings they took
in tow and rowed ashore. We hadn't been gone many hundred yards
from the vessel when she sunk. Well, young gentlemen, for upwards
of two years I lived with them critturs. My clothes soon wore
out, and I got to be as naked and dirty as the rest of 'em. They
were good hands at fishing, and could spear a fish by the light
of a torch wonderful. In other respects they didn't seem to have
much sense. They lived, when I first went there, in holes
scratched in the side of a hill, but I taught 'em to make huts,
making a sort of ax out of the iron saved. In summer they used to
live in these, but in winter, when it was awful cold, we lived in
the holes, which were a sight warmer than the huts. Law, what a
time that was! I had no end of adventures with wild beasts. The
way the lions used to roar and the elephants --"</p>

<p>"I think, Jack," Ruthven interrupted, "that this must be one
of the embellishments which have crept in since you first began
telling the tale. I don't think I should keep it in if I were
you, because the fact that there are neither lions or elephants
in South America throws a doubt upon the accuracy of this portion
of your story."</p>

<p>"It may be, sir," the sailor said, with a twinkle of his eyes,
"that the elephants and lions may not have been in the first
story. Now I think of it, I can't recall that they were; but, you
see, people wants to know all about it. They ain't satisfied when
I tell 'em that I lived two years among these chaps. They wants
to know how I passed my time, and whether there were any wild
beasts, and a lot of such like questions, and, in course, I must
answer them. So then, you see, naturally, 'bellishments creeps
in; but I did live there for two years, that's gospel truth, and
I did go pretty nigh naked, and in winter was pretty near starved
to death over and over again. When the ground was too hard to dig
up roots, and the sea was too rough for the canoes to put out, it
went hard with us, and very often we looked more like living
skelingtons than human beings. Every time a ship came in sight
they used to hurry me away into the woods. I suppose they found
me useful, and didn't want to part with me. At last I got
desperate, and made up my mind I'd make a bolt whatever came of
it. They didn't watch me when there were no ships near. I suppose
they thought there was nowhere for me to run to, so one night I
steals down to the shore, gets into a canoe, puts in a lot of
roots which I had dug up and hidden away in readiness, and so
makes off. I rowed hard all night, for I knew they would be after
me when they found I had gone. Them straits is sometimes miles
and miles across; at other times not much more than a ship's
length, and the tide runs through 'em like a mill race. I had
chosen a time when I had the tide with me, and soon after morning
I came to one of them narrow places. I should like to have
stopped here, because it would have been handy for any ship as
passed; but the tide run so strong, and the rocks were so steep
on both sides, that I couldn't make a landing. Howsomdever,
directly it widened out, I managed to paddle into the back water
and landed there. Well, gents, would you believe me, if there
wasn't two big allygaters sitting there with their mouths open
ready to swallow me, canoe and all, when I came to shore."</p>

<p>"No, Jack, I'm afraid we can't believe that. We would if we
could, you know, but alligators are not fond of such cold weather
as you'd been having, nor do they frequent the seashore."</p>

<p>"Ah, but this, you see, was a straits, Master Ruthven, just a
narrow straits, and I expect the creatures took it for a
river."</p>

<p>"No, no, Jack, we can't swallow the alligators, any more than
they could swallow you and your canoe."</p>

<p>"Well," the sailor said with a sigh, "I won't say no more
about the allygaters. I can't rightly recall when they came into
the story. Howsomdever, I landed, you can believe that, you
know."</p>

<p>"Oh yes, we can quite believe, Jack, that, if you were there,
in that canoe, in that back water, with the land close ahead, you
did land."</p>

<p>The sailor looked searchingly at Ruthven and then
continued:</p>

<p>"I hauled the canoe up and hid it in some bushes, and it were
well I did, for a short time afterwards a great --" and he
paused. "Does the hippypotybus live in them ere waters, young
gents?"</p>

<p>"He does not, Jack," Ruthven said.</p>

<p>"Then it's clear," the sailor said, "that it wasn't a
hippypotybus. It must have been a seal."</p>

<p>"Yes, it might have been a seal," Ruthven said. "What did he
do?"</p>

<p>"Well he just took a look at me, gents, winked with one eye,
as much as to say, 'I see you,' and went down again. There warn't
nothing else as he could do, was there?"</p>

<p>"It was the best thing he could do anyhow," Ruthven said.</p>

<p>"Well, gents, I lived there for about three weeks, and then a
ship comes along, homeward bound, and I goes out and hails her.
At first they thought as I was a native as had learned to speak
English, and it wasn't till they'd boiled me for three hours in
the ship's copper as they got at the color of my skin, and could
believe as I was English. So I came back here and found the old
woman still alive, and took to fishing again; but it was weeks
and weeks before I could get her or any one else to believe as I
was Jack Perkins. And that's all the story, young gents.
Generally I tells it a sight longer to the gents as come down
from London in summer; but, you see, I can't make much out of it
when ye won't let me have 'bellishments."</p>

<p>"And how much of it is true altogether, Jack?" Frank asked.
"Really how much?"</p>

<p>"It's all true as I have told you, young masters," the boatman
said. "It were every bit true about the running down of the
smack, and me being nearly killed by the skipper, and the mutiny,
and the burning of the vessel, and my living for a long time --
no, I won't stick to the two years, but it might have been three
weeks, with the natives before a ship picked me up. And that's
good enough for a yarn, ain't it?"</p>

<p>"Quite good enough, Jack, and we're much obliged to you; but I
should advise you to drop the embellishments in future."</p>

<p>"It ain't no use, Master Hargate, they will have
'bellishments, and if they will have 'em, Jack Perkins isn't the
man to disappint 'em; and, Lord bless you, sir, the stiffer I
pitches it in the more liberal they is with their tips. Thank ye
kindly all round, gentlemen. Yes, I do feel dry after the
yarn."</p>

<h1 align="CENTER"><a name="CHAPTER_IV"></a>CHAPTER IV: A RISING
TIDE</h1>

<p>The half year was drawing to its close, and it was generally
agreed at Dr. Parker's that it had been the jolliest ever known.
The boating episode and that of the tea at Oak Farm had been
events which had given a fillip to existence. The school had been
successful in the greater part of its cricket matches, and
generally every one was well satisfied with himself. On the
Saturday preceding the breaking up Frank, with Ruthven, Charlie
Goodall and two of the other naturalists, started along the
seashore to look for anemones and other marine creatures among
the rocks and pools at the foot of the South Foreland. Between
Ruthven and Frank a strong feeling of affection had grown up
since the date of their boating adventure. They were constantly
together now; and as Ruthven was also intended for the army, and
would probably obtain his commission about the same time as
Frank, they often talked over their future, and indulged in hopes
that they might often meet, and that in their campaigns, they
might go through adventures together.</p>

<p>Tide was low when they started. They had nearly three miles to
walk. The pools in front of Deal and Walmer had often been
searched, but they hoped that once round the Foreland they might
light upon specimens differing from any which they had hitherto
found. For some hours they searched the pools, retiring as the
tide advanced. Then they went up to the foot of the cliffs, and
sat down to open their cans and compare the treasures they had
collected. The spot which they had unwittingly selected was a
little bay. For a long time they sat comparing their specimens.
Then Frank said, "Come along, it is time to be moving."</p>

<p>As he rose to his feet he uttered an exclamation of dismay.
Although the tide was still at some little distance from the spot
where they were sitting, it had already reached the cliffs
extending out at either end of the bay. A brisk wind was blowing
on shore, and the waves were already splashing against the foot
of the rocks.</p>

<p>The whole party leaped to their feet, and seizing their cans
ran off at the top of their speed to the end of the bay.</p>

<p>"I will see how deep the water is," Frank exclaimed; "we may
yet be able to wade round."</p>

<p>The water soon reached Frank's waist. He waded on until it was
up to his shoulders, and he had to leap as each wave approached
him. Then he returned to his friends.</p>

<p>"I could see round," he said, "and I think I could have got
round without getting into deeper water. The worst of it is the
bottom is all rocky, and I stumbled several times, and should
have gone under water if I could not have swam. You can't swim,
Ruthven, I know; can you other fellows?"</p>

<p>Goodall could swim, as could one of the others.</p>

<p>"Now, Ruthven," Frank said, "if you will put your hand on my
shoulder and keep quiet, I think I could carry you around.
Goodall and Jackson can take Childers."</p>

<p>But neither of the other boys had much confidence in their
swimming. They could get thirty or forty yards, but felt sure
that they would be able to render but little assistance to
Childers, and in fact scarcely liked to round the point alone.
For some time they debated the question, the sea every minute
rising and pushing them farther and farther from the point. "Look
here, Frank," Ruthven said at last; "you are not sure you can
carry me. The others are quite certain that they cannot take
Childers. We must give up that idea. The best thing, old boy, is
for you three who can swim to start together. Then if either of
the others fail you can help them a bit. Childers and I must take
our chance here. When you get round you must send a boat as soon
as possible."</p>

<p>"I certainly shall not desert you, Ruthven," Frank said. "You
know as well as I do that I'm not likely to find a boat on the
shore till I get pretty near Walmer Castle, and long before we
could get back it would be settled here. No, no, old fellow, we
will see the matter out together. Jackson and Goodall can swim
round if they like."</p>

<p>These lads, however, would not venture to take the risk alone,
but said they would go if Frank would go with them.</p>

<p>"Chuck off your boots and coats and waistcoats," Frank said
suddenly, proceeding to strip rapidly to the skin. "I will take
them round, Ruthven, and come back to you. Run round the bay you
and Childers, and see if you can find any sort of ledge or
projection that we can take refuge upon. Now, then, come on you
two as quick as you can."</p>

<p>The sea had already reached within a few feet of the foot of
the cliff all round the bay.</p>

<p>"Now, mind," Frank said sharply, "no struggling and nonsense,
you fellows. I will keep quite close to you and stick to you, so
you needn't be afraid. If you get tired just put one hand on my
back and swim with the other and your legs; and above all things
keep your heads as low as possible in the water so as just to be
able to breathe."</p>

<p>The three lads soon waded out as far as they could go and then
struck out. Jackson and Goodall were both poor swimmers and would
have fared very badly alone. The confidence, however, which they
entertained in Frank gave them courage, and they were well
abreast of the point when first Jackson and then Goodall put
their hands on his shoulders. Thanks to the instructions he had
given them, and to their confidence in him, they placed no great
weight upon him. But every ounce tells heavily on a swimmer, and
Frank gave a gasp of relief as at last his feet touched the
ground. Bidding his companions at once set off at a run he sat
down for two or three minutes to recover his breath.</p>

<p>"It is lucky," he said to himself, "that I did not try with
Ruthven. It's a very different thing carrying fellows who can
swim and fellows who can't. What fools we've been to let
ourselves he caught here! I had no idea the tide came so high, or
that it was so dangerous, and none of us have ever been round
here before. Now I must go back to Ruthven."</p>

<p>Frank found it even harder work to get back than it had been
to come out from the bay, for the tide was against him now. At
last he stood beside Ruthven and Childers.</p>

<p>"We can only find one place, Frank, where there is any
projection a fellow could stand upon, and that is only large
enough for one. See!" he said, pointing to a projecting block of
chalk, whose upper surface, some eight inches wide, was tolerably
flat. "There is a cave here, too, which may go beyond the tide.
It is not deep but it slopes up a bit."</p>

<p>"That will never do," Frank said; "as the waves come in they
will rush up and fill it to the top. Don't you see it is all
rounded by the water? Now, Childers, we will put you on that
stone. You will be perfectly safe there, for you see it is two
feet above this greenish line, which shows where the water
generally comes to. The tides are not at spring at present, so
though you may get a splashing there is no fear of your being
washed off."</p>

<p>The water was already knee deep at the foot of the rocks, and
the waves took them nearly up to the shoulders. Ruthven did not
attempt to dispute Frank's allotment of the one place of safety
to Childers. Frank and he placed themselves below the block of
chalk, which was somewhat over six feet from the ground. Then
Childers scrambled up on to their shoulders, and from these
stepped onto the ledge.</p>

<p>"I am all right," he said; "I wish to Heaven that you were
too."</p>

<p>"We shall do," Frank said. "Mind you hold tight, Childers! You
had better turn round with your face to the cliff, so as to be
able to grip hold and steady yourself in case the waves come up
high. The tide will turn in three quarters of an hour at the
outside. Now, then, Ruthven, let's make a fight for it, old
man."</p>

<p>"What are you going to do, Frank?"</p>

<p>"We will wade along here as far as we can towards the corner,
and than we must swim for it."</p>

<p>"Don't you think it's possible to stay here," Ruthven said,
"if the tide will turn so soon?"</p>

<p>"Quite impossible!" Frank said. "I have been nearly taken off
my feet twice already, and the water will rise a yard yet, at
least. We should be smashed against the rocks, even if we weren't
drowned. It must be tried, Ruthven. There is no other way for it.
The distance is a good deal farther than it would have been if we
had started at first; but it isn't the distance that makes much
matter. We've only got to go out a little way, and the tide will
soon take us around the point. Everything depends on you. I can
take you round the point, and land you safely enough, if you will
lie quiet. If you don't, you will drown both of us. So it's
entirely in your hands.</p>

<p>"Look out!"</p>

<p>At this moment a larger wave than usual took both boys off
their legs, and dashed them with considerable force against the
cliff. Frank seized Ruthven, and assisted him to regain his
feet.</p>

<p>"Now, old fellow, let me put you on your back. I will lie on
mine and tow you along. Don't struggle; don't move; above all,
don't try and lift your head, and don't mind if a little water
gets in your mouth. Now!"</p>

<p>For a moment Ruthven felt himself under water, and had to make
a great effort to restrain himself from struggling to come to the
surface. Then he felt himself lying on his back in the water,
supported by Frank. The motion was not unpleasant as he rose and
fell on the waves, although now and then a splash of water came
over his face, and made him cough and splutter for breath. He
could see nothing but the blue sky overhead, could feel nothing
except that occasionally he received a blow from one or other of
Frank's knees, as the latter swam beneath him, with Ruthven's
head on his chest. It was a dreamy sensation, and looking back
upon it afterwards Ruthven could never recall anything that he
had thought of. It seemed simply a drowsy pleasant time, except
when occasionally a wave covered his face. His first sensation
was that of surprise when he felt the motion change, and Frank
lifted his head from the water and said, "Stand up, old fellow.
Thank God, here we are, safe!"</p>

<p>Frank had indeed found the journey easier than that which he
had before undertaken with the others. He had scarcely tried to
progress, but had, after getting sufficiently far out to allow
the tide to take him round the point, drifted quietly.</p>

<p>"I owe my life to you, Frank. I shall never forget it, old
fellow."</p>

<p>"It's been a close thing," Frank answered; "but you owe your
life as much to your own coolness as to me, and above all,
Ruthven, don't let us forget that we both owe our lives to
God."</p>

<p>"I sha'n't forget it," Ruthven said quietly, and they stood
for a few minutes without speaking. "Now, what had we better do?
Shall we start to run home?"</p>

<p>"I can't," Frank laughed, for he had nothing on but his
trousers. These he had slipped on after the return from his first
trip, pushing the rest of his things into a crevice in the rocks
as high up as he could reach.</p>

<p>"You had better take off your things, Ruthven, and lay them
out to dry in the sun. The boat will be here in half an hour. I
wonder how Childers is getting on!"</p>

<p>"I think he will be safe," Ruthven said. "The tide will not
rise high enough for there to be much danger of his being washed
off."</p>

<p>"I don't think so either," Frank agreed, "or I would try and
swim back again; but I really don't think I could get round the
point against the tide again."</p>

<p>In half an hour a boat rowing four oars was seen
approaching.</p>

<p>"They are laying out well," Ruthven said. "They couldn't row
harder if they were rowing a race. But had it not been for you,
old fellow, they would have been too late, as far as I am
concerned."</p>

<p>As the boat approached, the coxswain waved his hat to the
boys. Frank motioned with his arm for them to row on round the
point. The boat swept along at a short distance from the shore.
The boys watched them breathlessly. Presently as it reached the
point they saw the coxswain stand up and say something to the
men, who glanced over their shoulders as they rowed. Then the
coxswain gave a loud shout. "Hold on! We'll be with you
directly."</p>

<p>"Thank God!" Frank exclaimed, "Childers is all right."</p>

<p>It was well, however, that the boat arrived when it did, for
Childers was utterly exhausted when it reached him. The sea had
risen so high that the waves broke against his feet, throwing the
spray far above his head, and often nearly washing him from the
ledge on which he stood. Had it not been, indeed, for the hold
which he obtained of the cliff, it would several times have swept
him away. About eighteen inches above his head he had found a
ledge sufficiently wide to give a grip for his hands, and hanging
by these he managed to retain his place when three times his feet
were swept off the rock by the rush of water. The tide was just
on the turn when the boat arrived, and so exhausted was he that
he certainly would not have been able to hold out for the half
hour's buffeting to which he would have been exposed before the
water fell sufficiently to leave him. After helping him into the
boat the men gathered the clothes jammed in fissures of the
cliffs. These were, of course, drenched with water, but had for
the most part remained firm in their places. They now pulled
round to the spot where Frank and Ruthven were awaiting them.</p>

<p>"Childers must have been pretty nearly done," Frank said. "He
must be lying in the bottom of the boat."</p>

<p>Childers gave a smile of pleasure as his schoolfellows jumped
on board. He had, glancing over his shoulder, seen them drift out
of sight round the point, and had felt certain that they had
reached shore. It was, however, a great pleasure to be assured of
the fact.</p>

<p>"You have made quite a stir upon the beach, young gentlemen,"
the coxswain of the boat said. "When they two came running up
without their shoes or coats and said there were three of you cut
off in the bay under the Foreland, there didn't seem much chance
for you. It didn't take us two minutes to launch the boat, for
there were a score of hands helping to run her down; and my mates
bent to it well, I can tell you, though we didn't think it would
be of any use. We were glad when we made you two out on this side
of the point. Look, there's half Deal and Walmer coming along the
shore."</p>

<p>It was as the boatman said. Numbers of persons were streaming
along the beach, and loud were the cheers which rose as the
coxswain stood up and shouted in a stentorian voice, "All
saved!"</p>

<p>Frank put on his things as they approached Walmer. His shoes
were lost, as were those of Ruthven, and he had difficulty in
getting his arms into his wet and shrunken jacket. Quite a crowd
were gathered near the castle as the boat rowed to shore, and a
hearty cheer arose as it was run up on the shingle and the boys
were helped out. Frank and Ruthven, indeed, required no
assistance. They were in no way the worse for the adventure, but
Childers was so weak that he was unable to stand. He was carried
up and laid on a fly, the others sitting opposite, the driver
having first taken the precaution of removing the cushions.</p>

<p>There were among the crowd most of the boys from Dr. Parker's.
Goodall and Jackson had arrived nearly an hour and a half before,
and the news had spread like wildfire. Bats and balls had been
thrown down and every one had hurried to the beach. Goodall and
his companion had already related the circumstance of their being
cut off by the water and taken round the point by Frank; and as
Ruthven on jumping out had explained to his comrades who flocked
round to shake his hand, "I owe my life to Hargate," the
enthusiasm reached boiling point, and Frank had difficulty in
taking his place in the fly, so anxious were all to shake his
hand and pat him on the shoulder. Had it not been for his anxiety
to get home as soon as possible, and his urgent entreaties, they
would have carried him on their shoulders in triumph through the
town. They drove first to the school, where Childers was at once
carried up to a bed, which had been prepared with warm blankets
in readiness; Ruthven needed only to change his clothes.</p>

<p>The moment they had left the fly Frank drove straight home,
and was delighted at finding, from his mother's exclamation of
surprise as he alighted from the cab, that she had not been
suffering any anxiety, no one, in the general excitement, having
thought of taking the news to her. In answer to her anxious
inquiries he made light of the affair, saying only that they had
stupidly allowed themselves to be cut off by the sea and had got
a ducking. It was not, indeed, till the next morning, when the
other four boys came around to tell Mrs. Hargate that they were
indebted to Frank for their lives, that she had any notion that
he had been in danger.</p>

<p>Frank was quite oppressed by what he called the fuss which was
made over the affair. A thrilling description of it appeared in
the local papers. A subscription was got up in the school, and a
gold watch with an inscription was presented to him; and he
received letters of heart felt thanks from the parents of his
four schoolfellows, for Childers maintained that it was entirely
to Frank's coolness and thoughtfulness that his preservation was
also due.</p>

<p>On the following Wednesday the school broke up. Frank had
several invitations from the boys to spend his holidays with
them; but he knew how lonely his mother would feel in his
absence, and he declined all the invitations. Mrs. Hargate was
far from strong, and had had several fits of fainting. These,
however, had taken place at times when Frank was at school, and
she had strictly charged her little servant to say nothing about
it.</p>

<p>One day on returning from a long walk he saw the doctor's
carriage standing at the door. Just as he arrived the door opened
and the doctor came out. Upon seeing Frank he turned.</p>

<p>"Come in here, my boy," he said.</p>

<p>Frank followed him, and seeing that the blinds were down, went
to draw them up. The doctor laid his hand on his arm.</p>

<p>"Never mind that," he said gently.</p>

<p>"My boy," he said, "do you know that your mother has been for
some time ailing?"</p>

<p>"No, indeed," Frank said with a gasp of pain and surprise.</p>

<p>"It is so, my boy. I have been attending her for some time.
She has been suffering from fainting fits brought on by weakness
of the heart's action. Two hours since I was sent for and found
her unconscious. My poor boy, you must compose yourself. God is
good and merciful, though his decrees are hard to bear. Your
mother passed away quietly half an hour since, without recovering
consciousness."</p>

<p>Frank gave a short cry, and then sat stunned by the suddenness
of the blow. The doctor drew out a small case from his pocket and
poured a few drops from the phial into a glass, added some water,
and held it to Frank's lips.</p>

<p>"Drink this, my boy," he said.</p>

<p>Frank turned his head from the offered glass. He could not
speak.</p>

<p>"Drink this, my boy," the doctor said again; "it will do you
good. Try and be strong for the sake of your little sister, who
has only you in the world now."</p>

<p>The thought of Lucy touched the right chord in the boy's
heart, and he burst into a passionate fit of crying. The doctor
allowed his tears to flow unchecked.</p>

<p>"You will be better now," he said presently. "Now drink this,
then lie down on the sofa. We must not be having you ill, you
know."</p>

<p>Frank gulped down the contents of the glass, and, passive as a
child, allowed the doctor to place him upon the sofa.</p>

<p>"God help and strengthen you, my poor boy," he said; "ask help
from Him."</p>

<p>For an hour Frank lay sobbing on the sofa, and then,
remembering the doctor's last words, he knelt beside it and
prayed for strength.</p>

<p>A week had passed. The blinds were up again. Mrs. Hargate had
been laid in her last home, and Frank was sitting alone again in
the little parlor thinking over what had best be done. The
outlook was a dark one, enough to shake the courage of one much
older than Frank. His mother's pension, he knew, died with her.
He had, on the doctor's advice, written to the War Office on the
day following his mother's death, to inform the authorities of
the circumstances, and to ask if any pension could be granted to
his sister. The reply had arrived that morning and had relieved
him of the greatest of his cares. It stated that as he was now
just fifteen years old he was not eligible for a pension, but
that twenty-five pounds a year would be paid to his sister until
she married or attained the age of twenty-one.</p>

<p>He had spoken to the doctor that morning, and the latter said
that he knew a lady who kept a small school, and who would, he
doubted not, be willing to receive Lucy and to board and clothe
her for that sum. She was a very kind and motherly person, and he
was sure that Lucy would be most kindly treated and cared for by
her. It was then of his own future only that Frank had to think.
There were but a few pounds in the house, but the letter from the
War Office inclosed a check for twenty pounds, as his mother's
quarterly pension was just due. The furniture of the little house
would fetch but a small sum, not more, Frank thought, than thirty
or forty pounds. There were a few debts to pay, and after all was
settled up there would remain about fifty pounds. Of this he
determined to place half in the doctor's hands for the use of
Lucy.</p>

<p>"She will want," he said to himself, "a little pocket money.
It is hard on a girl having no money to spend of her own. Then,
as she gets on, she may need lessons in something or other.
Besides, half the money rightly belongs to her, The question is,
What am I to do?"</p>

<h1 align="CENTER"><a name="CHAPTER_V"></a>CHAPTER V: ALONE IN
THE WORLD</h1>

<p>"What am I to do?"</p>

<p>A difficult question indeed, for a boy of fifteen, with but
twenty-five pounds, and without a friend in the world. Was he,
indeed, without a friend? he asked himself. There was Dr. Parker.
Should he apply to him? But the doctor had started for a trip on
the Continent the day after the school had broken up, and would
not return for six weeks. It was possible that, had he been at
home, he might have offered to keep Frank for a while; but the
boys seldom stayed at his school past the age of fifteen, going
elsewhere to have their education completed. What possible claim
had he to quarter himself upon the doctor for the next four
years, even were the offer made? No, Frank felt; he could not
live upon the doctor's charity. Then there were the parents of
the boys he had saved from drowning. But even as he sat alone
Frank's face flushed at the thought of trading upon services so
rendered. The boy's chief fault was pride. It was no petty
feeling, and he had felt no shame at being poorer than the rest
of his schoolfellows. It was rather a pride which led him unduly
to rely upon himself, and to shrink from accepting favors from
any one. Frank might well, without any derogation, have written
to his friends, telling them of the loss he had suffered and the
necessity there was for him to earn his living, and asking them
to beg their fathers to use their interest to procure him a
situation as a boy clerk, or any other position in which he could
earn his livelihood.</p>

<p>Frank, however, shrunk from making any such appeal, and
determined to fight his battle without asking for help. He knew
nothing of his parents' relations. His father was an only son,
who had been left early an orphan. His mother, too, had, he was
aware, lost both her parents, and he had never heard her speak of
other relations. There was no one, therefore, so far as he knew,
to whom he could appeal on the ground of ties of blood. It must
be said for him that he had no idea how hard was the task which
he was undertaking. It seemed to him that it must be easy for a
strong, active lad to find employment of some sort in London.
What the employment might be he cared little for. He had no pride
of that kind, and so that he could earn his bread he cared not
much in what capacity he might do it.</p>

<p>Already preparations had been made for the sale of the
furniture, which was to take place next day. Everything was to be
sold except the scientific books which had belonged to his
father. These had been packed in a great box until the time when
he might place them in a library of his own, and the doctor
kindly offered to keep it for him until such time should arrive.
Frank wrote a long letter to Ruthven, telling him of his loss,
and his reasons for leaving Deal, and promising to write some day
and tell him how he was getting on in London. This letter he did
not intend to post until the last thing before leaving Deal. Lucy
had already gone to her new home, and Frank felt confident that
she would be happy there. His friend, the doctor, who had tried
strongly, but without avail, to dissuade Frank from going up to
London to seek his fortune there, had promised that if the lad
referred any inquiries to him he would answer for his
character.</p>

<p>He went down to the beach the last evening and said goodbye to
his friends among the fishermen, and he walked over in the
afternoon and took his last meal with Farmer Gregson.</p>

<p>"Look ye here, my lad," the farmer said as they parted. "I
tell ye, from what I've heerd, this London be a hard nut to
crack. There be plenty of kernel, no doubt, when you can get at
it, but it be hard work to open the shell. Now, if so be as at
any time you run short of money, just drop me a line, and there's
ten pound at your service whenever you like. Don't you think it's
an obligation. Quite the other way. It would be a real pleasure
to me to lend you a helping hand."</p>

<p>Two days after the sale Frank started for London. On getting
out of the train he felt strange and lonely amid the bustle and
confusion which was going on on the platform. The doctor had
advised him to ask one of the porters, or a policeman, if he
could recommend him to a quiet and respectable lodging, as
expenses at an hotel would soon make a deep hole in his money.
He, therefore, as soon as the crowd cleared away, addressed
himself to one of the porters.</p>

<p>"What sort of lodgings do you want, sir?" the man said,
looking at him rather suspiciously, with, as Frank saw, a strong
idea in his mind that he was a runaway schoolboy.</p>

<p>"I only want one room," he said, "and I don't care how small
it is, so that it is clean and quiet. I shall be out all day, and
should not give much trouble."</p>

<p>The porter went away and spoke to some of his mates, and
presently returned with one of them.</p>

<p>"You're wanting a room I hear, sir," the man said. "I have a
little house down the Old Kent Road, and my missus lets a room or
two. It's quiet and clean, I'll warrant you. We have one room
vacant at present."</p>

<p>"I'm sure that would suit me very well," Frank said. "How much
do you charge a week?"</p>

<p>"Three and sixpence, sir, if you don't want any cooking
done."</p>

<p>Frank took the address, and leaving his portmanteau in charge
of the porter, who promised, unless he heard to the contrary,
that he would bring it home with him when he had done his work,
he set off from the station.</p>

<p>Deal is one of the quietest and most dreary places on the
coast of England, and Frank was perfectly astounded at the crowd
and bustle which filled the street, when he issued from the
railway approach, at the foot of London Bridge. The porter had
told him that he was to turn to his left, and keep straight along
until he reached the "Elephant and Castle." He had, therefore, no
trouble about his road, and was able to give his whole attention
to the sights which met his eye. For a time the stream of
omnibuses, cabs, heavy wagons, and light carts, completely
bewildered him, as did the throng of people who hastened along
the footway. He was depressed rather than exhilarated at the
sight of this busy multitude. He seemed such a solitary atom in
the midst of this great moving crowd. Presently, however, the
thought that where so many millions gained their living there
must be room for one boy more, somewhat cheered him. He was a
long time making his way to his place of destination, for he
stared into every shop window, and being, although he was
perfectly ignorant of the fact, on the wrong side of the
pavement, he was bumped and bustled continually, and was not long
in arriving at the conclusion that the people of London must be
the roughest and rudest in the world. It was not until he ran
against a gentleman, and was greeted with the angry, "now then,
boy. Where are you going? Why the deuce don't you keep on your
own side of the pavement?" that he perceived that the moving
throng was divided into two currents, that on the inside meeting
him, while the outside stream was proceeding in the same
direction as himself. After this he got on better, and arrived
without adventure at the house of the porter, in the Old Kent
Road.</p>

<p>It was a small house, but was clean and respectable, and Frank
found that the room would suit him well.</p>

<p>"I do not wait upon the lodgers," the landlady said, "except
to make the beds and tidy the rooms in the morning. So if you
want breakfast and tea at home you will have to get them
yourself. There is a separate place downstairs for your coals.
There are some tea things, plates and dishes, in this cupboard.
You will want to buy a small tea kettle, and a gridiron, and a
frying pan, in case you want a chop or a rasher. Do you think you
can cook them yourself?"</p>

<p>"Frank, amused at the thought of cooking and catering for
himself, said boldly that he should soon learn.</p>

<p>"You are a very young gentleman," the landlady said, eyeing
him doubtfully, "to be setting up on your own hook. I mean," she
said, seeing Frank look puzzled, "setting up housekeeping on your
own account. You will have to be particular careful with the
frying pan, because if you were to upset the fat in the fire you
might have the house in a blaze in a jiffey."</p>

<p>Frank said that he would certainly be careful with the frying
pan.</p>

<p>"Well," she went on, "as you're a stranger to the place I
don't know as you could do better than get your tea, and sugar,
and things at the grocer's at the next corner. I deals there
myself, and he gives every satisfaction. My baker will be round
in a few minutes, and, if you likes, I can take in your bread for
you. The same with milk."</p>

<p>These matters being arranged, and Frank agreeing at once to
the proposition that as he was a stranger it would make things
more comfortable were he to pay his rent in advance, found
himself alone in his new apartment. It was a room about ten feet
square. The bed occupied one corner, with the washstand at its
foot. There was a small table in front of the fireplace, and two
chairs; a piece of carpet half covered the floor, and these with
the addition of the articles in the cupboard constituted the
furniture of the room. Feeling hungry after his journey Frank
resolved to go out at once and get something to eat, and then to
lay in a stock of provisions. After some hesitation regarding the
character of the meal he decided upon two Bath buns, determining
to make a substantial tea. He laid in a supply of tea, sugar,
butter, and salt, bought a little kettle, a frying pan, and a
gridiron. Then he hesitated as to whether he should venture upon
a mutton chop or some bacon, deciding finally in favor of the
latter, upon the reflection that any fellow could see whether
bacon were properly frizzled up, while as to a chop there was no
seeing anything about it till one cut it. He, therefore, invested
in a pound of prime streaky Wiltshire bacon, the very best, as
the shopman informed him, that could be bought. He returned
carrying all his purchases, with the exception of the hardware.
Then he inquired of his landlady where he could get coal.</p>

<p>"The green grocer's round the corner," the landlady said.
"Tell him to send in a hundredweight of the best, that's a
shilling, and you'll want some firewood too."</p>

<p>The coal arrived in the course of the afternoon, and at half
past six the porter came in with Frank's trunk. He had by this
time lit a fire, and while the water was boiling got some of his
things out of the box, and by hanging some clothes on the pegs on
the back of the door, and by putting the two or three favorite
books he had brought with him on to the mantelpiece, he gave the
room a more homelike appearance. He enjoyed his tea all the more
from the novelty of having to prepare it himself, and succeeded
very fairly for a first attempt with his bacon.</p>

<p>When tea was over he first washed up the things and then
started for a ramble. He followed the broad straight road to
Waterloo Bridge, stood for a long time looking at the river, and
then crossed into the Strand. The lamps were now alight and the
brightness and bustle of the scene greatly interested him. At
nine o'clock he returned to his lodgings, but was again obliged
to sally out, as he found he had forgotten candles.</p>

<p>After breakfast next morning he went out and bought a
newspaper, and set himself to work to study the advertisements.
He was dismayed to find how many more applicants there were for
places than places requiring to be filled. All the persons
advertising were older than himself, and seemed to possess
various accomplishments in the way of languages; many too could
be strongly recommended from their last situation. The prospect
did not look hopeful. In the first place he had looked to see if
any required boy clerks, but this species of assistant appeared
little in demand; and then, although he hoped that it would not
come to that, he ran his eye down the columns to see if any
required errand boys or lads in manufacturing businesses. He
found, however, no such advertisements. However, as he said to
himself, it could not be expected that he should find a place
waiting for him on the very day after his arrival, and that he
ought to be able to live for a year on his five and twenty
pounds; at this reflection his spirits rose and he went out again
for a walk.</p>

<p>For the first week, indeed, of his arrival in London Frank did
not set himself very earnestly to work to look for a situation.
In his walks about the streets he several times observed cards in
the window indicating that an errand boy was wanted. He resolved,
however, that this should be the last resource which he would
adopt, as he would much prefer to go to work as a common lad in a
factory to serving in a shop. After the first week he answered
many advertisements, but in no case received a reply. In one
case, in which it was stated that a lad who could write a good
fast hand was required in an office, wages to begin with eight
shillings a week, he called two days after writing. It was a
small office with a solitary clerk sitting in it. The latter,
upon learning Frank's business, replied with some exasperation
that his mind was being worried out by boys.</p>

<p>"We have had four hundred and thirty letters," he said; "and I
should think that a hundred boys must have called. We took the
first who applied, and all the other letters were chucked into
the fire as soon as we saw what they were about."</p>

<p>Frank returned to the street greatly disheartened.</p>

<p>"Four hundred and thirty letters!" he said. "Four hundred and
thirty other fellows on the lookout, just as I am, for a place as
a boy clerk, and lots of them, no doubt, with friends and
relations to recommend them! The lookout seems to be a bad
one."</p>

<p>Two days later, when Frank was walking along the strand he
noticed the placards in front of a theater.</p>

<p>"Gallery one shilling!" he said to himself; "I will go. I have
never seen a theater yet."</p>

<p>The play was <i>The Merchant of Venice</i>, and Frank sat in
rapt attention and interest through it. When the performance was
over he walked briskly homewards. When he had proceeded some
distance he saw a glare in the sky ahead, and presently a steam
engine dashed past him at full speed.</p>

<p>"That must be a house on fire," he said. "I have never seen a
fire;" and he broke into a run.</p>

<p>Others were running in the same direction, and as he passed
the "Elephant and Castle" the crowd became thicker, and when
within fifty yards of the house he could no longer advance. He
could see the flames now rising high in the air. A horrible fear
seized him.</p>

<p>"It must be," he exclaimed to himself, "either our house or
the one next door."</p>

<p>It was in vain that he pressed forward to see more nearly. A
line of policemen was drawn up across the road to keep a large
space clear for the firemen. Behind the policemen the crowd were
thickly packed. Frank inquired of many who stood near him if they
could tell him the number of the house which was on fire; but
none could inform him.</p>

<p>Presently the flames began to die away, and the crowd to
disperse. At length Frank reached the first line of
spectators.</p>

<p>"Can you tell me the number of the houses which are burned?"
Frank said to a policeman.</p>

<p>"There are two of them," the policeman said "a hundred and
four and a hundred and five. A hundred and four caught first, and
they say that a woman and two children have been burned to
death."</p>

<p>"That is where I live!" Frank cried. "Oh, please let me
pass!"</p>

<p>"I'll pass you in," the policeman said good naturedly, and he
led him forward to the spot where the engines were playing upon
the burning houses. "Is it true, mate," he asked a fireman, "that
a woman and two children have been burned?"</p>

<p>"It's true enough," the fireman said. "The landlady and her
children. Her husband was a porter at the railway station, and
had been detained on overtime. He only came back a quarter of an
hour ago, and he's been going on like a madman;" and he pointed
to the porter, who was sitting down on the doorsteps of a house
facing his own, with his face hidden in his hands.</p>

<p>Frank went and sat down beside him.</p>

<p>"My poor fellow," he said, "I am sorry for you."</p>

<p>Frank had had many chats with his landlord of an evening, and
had become quite friendly with him and his wife.</p>

<p>"I can't believe it," the man said huskily. "Just to think!
When I went out this morning there was Jane and the kids, as well
and as happy as ever, and there, where are they now?"</p>

<p>"Happier still," Frank said gently. "I lost my mother just as
suddenly only five weeks ago. I went out for a walk, leaving her
as well as usual, and when I came back she was dead; so I can
feel for you with all my heart."</p>

<p>"I would have given my life for them," the man said, wiping
his eyes, "willing."</p>

<p>"I'm sure you would," Frank answered.</p>

<p>"There's the home gone," the man said, "with all the things
that it took ten years' savings of Jane and me to buy; not that
that matters one way or the other now. And your traps are gone,
too, I suppose, sir."</p>

<p>"Yes," Frank replied quietly, "I have lost my clothes and
twenty-three pounds in money; every penny I've got in the world
except half a crown in my pocket."</p>

<p>"And you don't say nothing about it!" the man said, roused
into animation. "But, there, perhaps you've friends as will make
it up to you."</p>

<p>"I have no one in the world," Frank answered, "whom I could
ask to give me a helping hand."</p>

<p>"Well, you are a plucky chap," the man said. "That would be a
knock down blow to a man, let alone a boy like you. What are you
going to do now?" he asked, forgetting for the moment his own
loss, in his interest in his companion.</p>

<p>"I don't know," Frank replied. "Perhaps," he added, seeing
that the interest in his condition roused the poor fellow from
the thought of his own deep sorrow, "you might give me some
advice. I was thinking of getting a place in an office, but of
course I must give that up now, and should be thankful to get
anything by which I can earn my bread."</p>

<p>"You come along with me," the man said rising. "You've done me
a heap of good. It's no use sitting here. I shall go back to the
station, and turn in on some sacks. If you've nothing better to
do, and nowhere to go to, you come along with me. We will talk it
all over."</p>

<p>Pleased to have some one to talk to, and glad that he should
not have to look for a place to sleep, Frank accompanied the
porter to the station. With a word or two to the nightmen on
duty, the porter led the way to a shed near the station, where a
number of sacks were heaped in a corner.</p>

<p>"Now," the man said, "I will light a pipe. It's against the
regulations, but that's neither here nor there now. Now, if
you're not sleepy, would you mind talking to me? Tell me
something about yourself, and how you come to be alone here in
London. It does me good to talk. It prevents me from
thinking."</p>

<p>"There is very little to tell," Frank said; and he related to
him the circumstances of the deaths of his father and mother, and
how it came that he was alone in London in search of a place.</p>

<p>"You're in a fix," the porter said.</p>

<p>"Yes, I can see that."</p>

<p>"You see you're young for most work, and you never had no
practice with horses, or you might have got a place to drive a
light cart. Then, again, your knowing nothing of London is
against you as an errand boy; and what's worse than all this,
anyone can see with half an eye that you're a gentleman, and not
accustomed to hard work. However, we will think it over. The
daylight's breaking now, and I has to be at work at six. But look
ye here, young fellow, tomorrow I've got to look for a room, and
when I gets it there's half of it for you, if you're not too
proud to accept it. It will be doing me a real kindness, I can
tell you, for what I am to do alone of an evening without Jane
and the kids, God knows. I can't believe they're gone yet."</p>

<p>Then the man threw himself down upon the sacks, and broke into
sobs. Frank listened for half an hour till these gradually died
away, and he knew by the regular breathing that his companion was
asleep. It was long after this before be himself closed his eyes.
The position did, indeed, appear a dark one. Thanks to the offer
of his companion, which he at once resolved to accept for a time,
he would have a roof to sleep under. But this could not last; and
what was he to do? Perhaps he had been wrong in not writing at
once to Ruthven and his schoolfellows. He even felt sure he had
been wrong; but it would be ten times as hard to write now. He
would rather starve than do this. How was he to earn his living?
He would, he determined, at any rate try for a few days to
procure a place as an errand boy. If that failed, he would sell
his clothes, and get a rough working suit. He was sure that he
should have more chance of obtaining work in such a dress than in
his present attire.</p>

<p>Musing thus, Frank at last dropped off to sleep. When he woke
he found himself alone, his companion having left without
disturbing him. From the noises around him of trains coming in
and out, Frank judged that the hour was late.</p>

<p>"I have done one wise thing," he said, "anyhow, and as far as
I can see it's the only one, in leaving my watch with the doctor
to keep. He pointed out that I might have it stolen if I carried
it, and that there was no use in keeping it shut up in a box.
Very possibly it might be stolen by the dishonesty of a servant.
That's safe anyhow, and it is my only worldly possession, except
the books, and I would rather go into the workhouse than part
with either of them."</p>

<p>Rising, he made his way into the station, where he found the
porter at his usual work.</p>

<p>"I would not wake you," the man said; "you were sleeping so
quiet, and I knew 'twas no use your getting up early. I shall go
out and settle for a room at dinner time. If you will come here
at six o'clock we'll go off together. The mates have all been
very kind, and have been making a collection to bury my poor girl
and the kids. They've found 'em, and the inquest is tomorrow, so
I shall be off work. The governor has offered me a week; but
there, I'd rather be here where there's no time for thinking,
than hanging about with nothing to do but to drink."</p>

<h1 align="CENTER"><a name="CHAPTER_VI"></a>CHAPTER VI: THE FIRST
STEP</h1>

<p>All that day Frank tramped the streets. He went into many
shops where he saw notices that an errand boy was required, but
everywhere without success. He perceived at once that his
appearance was against him, and he either received the abrupt
answer of, "You're not the sort of chap for my place," or an
equally decided refusal upon the grounds that he did not know the
neighborhood, or that they preferred one who had parents who
lived close by and could speak for him.</p>

<p>At six o'clock he rejoined the porter. He brought with him
some bread and butter and a piece of bacon. When, on arriving at
the lodging of his new friend, a neat room with two small beds in
it, he produced and opened his parcel, the porter said angrily,
"Don't you do that again, young fellow, or we shall have words.
You're just coming to stop with me for a bit till you see your
way, and I'm not going to have you bring things in here. My money
is good for two months, and your living here with me won't cost
three shillings a week. So don't you hurt my feelings by bringing
things home again. There, don't say no more about it."</p>

<p>Frank, seeing that his companion was really in earnest, said
no more, and was the less reluctant to accept the other's
kindness as he saw that his society was really a great relief to
him in his trouble. After the meal they sallied out to a second
hand clothes shop. Here Frank disposed of his things, and
received in return a good suit of clothes fit for a working
lad.</p>

<p>"I don't know how it is," the porter said as they sat together
afterwards, "but a gentleman looks like a gentleman put him in
what clothes you will. I could have sworn to your being that if
I'd never seen you before. I can't make it out, I don't know what
it is, but there's certainly something in gentle blood, whatever
you may say about it. Some of my mates are forever saying that
one man's as good as another. Now I don't mean to say they ain't
as good; but what I say is, as they ain't the same. One man ain't
the same as another any more than a race horse is the same as a
cart horse. They both sprang from the same stock, at least so
they says; but breeding and feeding and care has made one into a
slim boned creature as can run like the wind, while the other has
got big bones and weight and can drag his two ton after him
without turning a hair. Now, I take it, it's the same thing with
gentlefolks and working men. It isn't that one's bigger than the
other, for I don't see much difference that way; but a
gentleman's lighter in the bone, and his hands and his feet are
smaller, and he carries himself altogether different. His voice
gets a different tone. Why, Lord bless you, when I hears two men
coming along the platform at night, even when I can't see 'em,
and can't hear what they says, only the tone of their voices, I
knows just as well whether it's a first class or a third door as
I've got to open as if I saw <i>'</i>em in the daylight. Rum,
ain't it?"</p>

<p>Frank had never thought the matter out, and could only give
his general assent to his companion's proposition.</p>

<p>"Now," the porter went on, "if you go into a factory or
workshop, I'll bet a crown to a penny that before you've been
there a week you'll get called Gentleman Jack, or some such name.
You see if you ain't."</p>

<p>"I don't care what they call me," Frank laughed, "so that
they'll take me into the factory."</p>

<p>"All in good time," the porter said; "don't you hurry
yourself. As long as you can stay here you'll be heartily
welcome. Just look what a comfort it is to have you sitting here
sociable and comfortable. You don't suppose I could have sat here
alone in this room if you hadn't been here? I should have been in
a public house making a beast of myself, and spending as much
money as would keep the pair of us."</p>

<p>Day after day Frank went out in search of work. In his tramps
he visited scores of workshops and factories, but without
success. Either they did not want boys, or they declined
altogether to take one who had no experience in work, and had no
references in the neighborhood. Frank took his breakfast and tea
with the porter, and was glad that the latter had his dinner at
the station, as a penny loaf served his purposes. One day in his
walks Frank entered Covent Garden and stood looking on at the
bustle and flow of business, for it happened to be market day. He
leaned against one of the columns of the piazza, eating the bread
he had just bought. Presently a sharp faced lad, a year or two
younger than himself, came up to him.</p>

<p>"Give us a hit," he said, "I ain't tasted nothing today."</p>

<p>Frank broke the bread in half and gave a portion to him.</p>

<p>"What a lot there is going on here!" Frank said.</p>

<p>"Law!" the boy answered, "that ain't nothing to what it is of
a morning. That's the time, <i>'</i>special on the mornings of
the flower market. It's hard lines if a chap can't pick up a
tanner or even a bob then."</p>

<p>"How?" Frank asked eagerly.</p>

<p>"Why, by holding horses, helping to carry out plants, and such
like. You seems a green 'un, you do. Up from the country, eh?
Don't seem like one of our sort."</p>

<p>"Yes," Frank said, "I'm just up from the country. I thought it
would be easy to get a place in London, but I don't find it
so."</p>

<p>"A place!" the boy repeated scornfully. "I should like any one
to see me in a place. It's better a hundred times to be your own
master."</p>

<p>"Even if you do want a piece of bread sometimes?" Frank put
in.</p>

<p>"Yes," the boy said. "When it ain't market day and ye haven't
saved enough to buy a few papers or boxes of matches it does come
hard. In winter the times is bad, but in summer we gets on
fairish, and there ain't nothing to grumble about. Are you out of
work yourself?"</p>

<p>"Yes," Frank answered, "I'm on the lookout for a job."</p>

<p>"You'd have a chance here in the morning," said the boy,
looking at him. "You look decent, and might get a job unloading.
They won't have us at no price, if they can help it."</p>

<p>"I will come and try anyhow," Frank said.</p>

<p>That evening Frank told his friend, the porter, that he
thought of going out early next morning to try and pick up odd
jobs at Covent Garden.</p>

<p>"Don't you think of it," the porter said. "There's nothing
worse for a lad than taking to odd jobs. It gets him into bad
ways and bad company. Don't you hurry. I have spoken to lots of
my mates, and they're all on the lookout for you. We on the
platform can't do much. It ain't in our line, you see; but in the
goods department, where they are constant with vans and wagons
and such like, they are likely enough to hear of something before
long."</p>

<p>That night, thinking matters over in bed, Frank determined to
go down to the docks and see if he could get a place as cabin
boy. He had had this idea in his mind ever since he lost his
money, and had only put it aside in order that he might, if
possible, get some berth on shore which might seem likely in the
end to afford him a means of making his way up again. It was not
that he was afraid of the roughness of a cabin boy's life; it was
only because he knew that it would be so very long before,
working his way up from boy to able bodied seaman, he could
obtain a mate's certificate, and so make a first step up the
ladder. However, he thought that even this would be better than
going as a wagoner's boy, and he accordingly crossed London
Bridge, turned down Eastcheap, and presently found himself in
Ratcliff Highway. He was amused here at the nautical character of
the shops, and presently found himself staring into a window full
of foreign birds, for the most part alive in cages, among which,
however, were a few cases of stuffed birds.</p>

<p>"How stupid I have been!" he thought to himself. "I wonder I
never thought of it before! I can stuff birds and beasts at any
rate a deal better than those wooden looking things. I might have
a chance of getting work at some naturalist's shop. I will get a
directory and take down all the addresses in London, and then go
around."</p>

<p>He now became conscious of a conversation going on between a
little old man with a pair of thick horn rimmed spectacles and a
sailor who had a dead parrot and a cat in his hand.</p>

<p>"I really cannot undertake them," the old man said. "Since the
death of my daughter I have had but little time to attend to that
branch. What with buying and selling, and feeding and attending
to the live ones, I have no time for stuffing. Besides, if the
things were poisoned, they would not be worth stuffing."</p>

<p>"It isn't the question of worth, skipper," the sailor said;
"and I don't say, mind ye, that these here critturs was pisoned,
only if you looks at it that this was the noisiest bird and the
worst tempered thievingest cat in the neighborhood -- though,
Lord bless you, my missus wouldn't allow it for worlds -- why,
you know, when they were both found stiff and cold this morning
people does have a sort of a suspicion as how they've been
pisoned;" and he winked one eye in a portentous manner, and
grinned hugely. "The missus she's in a nice taking, screeching,
and yelling as you might hear her two cables' length away, and
she turns round on me and will have it as I'd a hand in the
matter. Well, just to show my innocence, I offers to get a glass
case for 'em and have 'em stuffed, if it cost me a couple of
pounds. I wouldn't care if they fell all to pieces a week
afterwards, so that it pacified the old woman just at present. If
I can't get 'em done I shall ship at once, for the place will be
too hot to hold me. So you can't do it nohow?"</p>

<p>The old man shook his head, and the sailor was just turning
off when Frank went up to him:</p>

<p>"Will you please wait a moment? Can I speak to you, sir, a
minute?" he asked the old man.</p>

<p>The naturalist went into his shop, and Frank followed him.</p>

<p>"I can stuff birds and animals, sir," he said. "I think I
really stuff them well, for some which I did for amusement were
sold at ten shillings a case, and the man who bought them of me
told me they would be worth four times as much in London. I am
out of work, sir, and very very anxious to get my living. You
will find me hard working and honest. Do give me a chance. Let me
stuff that cat and parrot for the sailor. If you are not
satisfied then, I will go away and charge nothing for it."</p>

<p>The man looked at him keenly.</p>

<p>"I will at any rate give you a trial," he said. Then he went
to the door and called in the sailor. "This lad tells me he can
stuff birds. I know nothing about him, but I believe he is
speaking truthfully. If you like to intrust them to him he will
do his best. If you're not satisfied he will make no charge."</p>

<p>Much pleased at seeing a way out of his dilemma, the sailor
placed the dead animals on the counter.</p>

<p>"Now," the old man said to Frank, "you can take these out into
the back yard and skin them. Then you can go to work in that back
room. You will find arsenical soap, cotton wool, wires, and
everything else you require there. This has been a fine cat," he
said, looking at the animal.</p>

<p>"Yes, it has been a splendid creature," Frank answered. "It is
a magnificent macaw also."</p>

<p>"Ah! you know it is a macaw!" the old man said.</p>

<p>"Of course," Frank said simply; "it has a tail."</p>

<p>The old man then furnished Frank with two or three sharp
knives and scissors. Taking the bird and cat, he went out into
the yard and in the course of an hour had skinned them both. Then
he returned to the shop and set to work in the room behind.</p>

<p>"May I make a group of them?" he asked.</p>

<p>"Do them just as you like," the old man said.</p>

<p>After settling upon his subject, Frank set to work, and,
except that he went out for five minutes to buy and eat a penny
loaf, continued his work till nightfall. The old man came in
several times to look at him, but each time went out again
without making a remark. At six o'clock Frank laid down his
tools.</p>

<p>"I will come again tomorrow, sir," he said.</p>

<p>The old man nodded, and Frank went home in high spirits. There
was a prospect at last of getting something to do, and that in a
line most congenial to his own tastes.</p>

<p>The old man looked up when he entered next morning.</p>

<p>"I shall not come in today," he remarked. "I will wait to see
them finished."</p>

<p>Working without interruption till the evening, Frank finished
them to his satisfaction, and enveloped them with many wrappings
of thread to keep them in precisely the attitudes in which he had
placed them.</p>

<p>"They are ready for drying now, sir," he said. "If I might
place them in an oven they would be dried by morning."</p>

<p>The old man led the way to the kitchen, where a small fire was
burning.</p>

<p>"I shall put no more coals on the fire," he said, "and it will
be out in a quarter of an hour. Put them in there and leave the
door open. I will close it in an hour when the oven cools."</p>

<p>The next day Frank was again at work. It took him all day to
get fur and feather to lie exactly as he wished them. In the
afternoon he asked the naturalist for a piece of flat board,
three feet long, and a perch, but said that instead of the piece
of board he should prefer mounting them in a case at once. The
old man had not one in the shop large enough, and therefore Frank
arranged his group temporarily on the table. On the board lay the
cat. At first sight she seemed asleep, but it was clearly only
seeming. Her eyes were half open, the upper lip was curled up,
and the sharp teeth showed. The hind feet were drawn somewhat
under her as in readiness for an instant spring. Her front paws
were before her, the talons were somewhat stretched, and one paw
was curved. Her ears lay slightly back. She was evidently on the
point of springing. The macaw perch, which had been cut down to a
height of two feet, stood behind her. The bird hung by its feet,
and, head downwards, stretched with open beak towards the tip of
the cat's tail, which was slightly uplifted. On a piece of paper
Frank wrote, "Dangerous Play."</p>

<p>It was evening before he had finished perfectly to his
satisfaction. Then he called the naturalist in. The old man
stopped at the door, surveying the group. Then he entered and
examined it carefully.</p>

<p>"Wonderful!" he said. "Wonderful! I should have thought them
alive. There is not a shop in the West End where it could have
been turned out better, if so well.</p>

<p>"Lad, you are a wonder! Tell me now who and what are you? I
saw when you first addressed me that you were not what you seemed
to be, a working lad."</p>

<p>"I have been well educated," Frank said, "and was taught to
preserve and stuff by my father, who was a great naturalist. My
parents died suddenly, and I was left on my own resources,
which," he said, smiling faintly, "have hitherto proved of very
small avail. I am glad you are pleased. If you will take me into
your service I will work hard and make myself useful in every
way. If you require references I can refer you to the doctor who
attended us in the country; but I have not a single friend in
London except a railway porter, who has most kindly and
generously taken me in and sheltered me for the last two
months."</p>

<p>"I need no references," the old man said; "your work speaks
for itself as to your skill, and your face for your character.
But I can offer you nothing fit for you. With such a genius as
you have for setting up animals, you ought to be able to earn a
good income. Not one man in a thousand can make a dead animal
look like a live one. You have the knack or the art."</p>

<p>"I shall be very content with anything you can give me," Frank
said; "for the present I only ask to earn my living. If later on
I can, as you say, do more, all the better."</p>

<p>The old man stood for some time thinking, and presently said,
"I do but little except in live stock. When I had my daughter
with me I did a good deal of stuffing, for there is a
considerable trade hereabout. The sailors bring home skins of
foreign birds, and want them stuffed and put in cases, as
presents for their wives and sweethearts. You work fast as well
as skillfully. I have known men who would take a fortnight to do
such a group as that, and then it would be a failure. It will be
quite a new branch for my trade. I do not know how it will act
yet, but to begin with I will give you twelve shillings a week,
and a room upstairs. If it succeeds we will make other
arrangements. I am an old man, and a very lonely one. I shall be
glad to have such a companion."</p>

<p>Frank joyfully embraced the offer, and ran all the way home to
tell his friend, the porter, of the engagement.</p>

<p>"I am very glad," the man said; "heartily glad. I shall miss
you sorely. I do not know what I should have done without you
when I first lost poor Jane and the kids. But now I can go back
to my old ways again."</p>

<p>"Perhaps," Frank suggested, "you might arrange to have a room
also in the house. It would not be a very long walk, not above
twenty or five and twenty minutes, and I should be so glad to
have you with me."</p>

<p>The man sat silent for a time. "No," he said at last, "I thank
you all the same. I should like it too, but I don't think it
would be best in the end. Here all my mates live near, and I
shall get on in time. The Christmas holiday season will soon be
coming on and we shall be up working late. If you were always
going to stop at the place you are going to, it would be
different; but you will rise, never fear. I shall be seeing you
in gentleman's clothes again some of these days. I've heard you
say you were longing to get your books and to be studying again,
and you'll soon fall into your own ways; but if you will let me,
I'll come over sometimes and have a cup of tea and a chat with
you. Now, look here, I'm going out with you now, and I'm going to
buy you a suit of clothes, something like what you had on when I
first saw you. They won't be altogether unsuitable in a shop.
This is a loan, mind, and you may pay me off as you get
flush."</p>

<p>Frank saw he should hurt the good fellow's feelings by
refusing, and accordingly went out with him, and next morning
presented himself at the shop in a quiet suit of dark gray tweed,
and with his other clothes in a bundle.</p>

<p>"Aha!" said the old man; "you look more as you ought to do
now, though you're a cut above an assistant in a naturalist's
shop in Ratcliff Highway. Now, let me tell you the names of some
of these birds. They are, every one of them, foreigners; some of
them I don't know myself."</p>

<p>"I can tell all the family names," Frank said quietly, "and
the species, but I do not know the varieties."</p>

<p>"Can you!" the old man said in surprise. "What is this
now?"</p>

<p>"That is a mockingbird, the great black capped mockingbird, I
think. The one next to it is a golden lory."</p>

<p>So Frank went round all the cages and perches in the shop.</p>

<p>"Right in every case," the old man said enthusiastically; "I
shall have nothing to teach you. The sailor has been here this
morning. I offered him two pounds for the cat and bird to put in
my front window, but he would not take it, and has paid me that
sum for your work. Here it is. This is yours, you know. You were
not in my employment then, and you will want some things to start
with, no doubt. Now come upstairs, I will show you your room. I
had intended at first to give you the one at the back, but I have
decided now on giving you my daughter's. I think you will like
it."</p>

<p>Frank did like it greatly. It was the front room on the second
floor. The old man's daughter had evidently been a woman of taste
and refinement. The room was prettily papered, a quiet carpet
covered the floor, and the furniture was neat and in good
keeping. Two pairs of spotless muslin curtains hung across the
windows.</p>

<p>"I put them up this morning," the old man said, nodding. "I
have got the sheets and bedding airing in the kitchen. They have
not been out of the press for the last three years. You can cook
in the kitchen. There is always a fire there.</p>

<p>"Now, the first thing to do," he went on when they returned to
the shop, "will be for you to mount a dozen cases for the
windows. These drawers are full of skins of birds and small
animals. I get them for next to nothing from the sailors, and
sell them to furriers and feather preparers, who supply ladies'
hat and bonnet makers. In future, I propose that you shall mount
them and sell them direct. We shall get far higher prices than we
do now. I seem to be putting most of the work on your shoulders,
but do not want you to help me in the shop. I will look after the
birds and buy and sell as I used to do; you will have the back
room private to yourself for stuffing and mounting."</p>

<p>Frank was delighted at this allotment of labor, and was soon
at work rummaging the drawers and picking out specimens for
mounting, and made a selection sufficient to keep him employed
for weeks. That evening he sallied out and expended his two
pounds in underlinen, of which he was sorely in need. As he
required them his employer ordered showcases for the window, of
various sizes, getting the backgrounds painted and fitted up as
Frank suggested.</p>

<p>Frank did not get on so fast with his work as he had hoped,
for the fame of the sailor's cat and macaw spread rapidly in the
neighborhood, and there was a perfect rush of sailors and their
wives anxious to have birds and skins, which had been brought
from abroad, mounted. The sailor himself looked in one day.</p>

<p>"If you like another two pounds for that 'ere cat, governor,
I'm game to pay you. It's the best thing that ever happened to
me. Every one's wanting to see 'em, and there's the old woman
dressed up in her Sunday clothes a-sitting in the parlor as proud
as a peacock a showing of 'em off. The house ain't been so quiet
since I married. Them animals would be cheap to me at a ten pound
note. They'll get you no end of orders, I can tell you."</p>

<p>The orders, indeed, came in much faster than Frank could
fulfill them, although he worked twelve hours a day; laying aside
all other work, however, for three hours in order to devote
himself to the shop cases, which were to be <i>chef
d'oeuvres</i>.</p>

<h1 align="CENTER"><a name="CHAPTER_VII"></a>CHAPTER VII: AN OLD
FRIEND</h1>

<p>For three months Frank passed a quiet and not unpleasant life
with the old naturalist in Ratcliff Highway. The latter took a
great liking to him, and treated him like a son rather than an
assistant. The two took their meals together now, and Frank's
salary had been raised from twelve to eighteen shillings a week.
So attractive had the cases in the windows proved that quite a
little crowd was generally collected round them, and the business
had greatly augmented. The old naturalist was less pleased at
this change than most men would have been in his position. He had
got into a groove and did not care to get out of it. He had no
relatives or any one dependent on him, and he had been well
content to go on in a jog trot way, just paying his expenses of
shop and living. The extra bustle and push worried rather than
pleased him.</p>

<p>"I am an old man," he said to Frank one day, as after the shop
was closed they sat over their tea. "I have no motive in laying
by money, and had enough for my wants. I was influenced more by
my liking for your face and my appreciation of your talent, than
by any desire of increasing my business. I am taking now three
times as much as I did before. Now I should not mind, indeed, I
should be glad, if I thought that you would succeed me here as a
son would do. I would gladly take you into partnership with me,
and you would have the whole business after my death. But I know,
my boy, that it wouldn't do. I know that the time will come when
you will not be content with so dull a life here. You will either
get an offer from some West End house which would open higher
prospects to you, or you will be wandering away as a collector.
In any case you would not stop here, of that I am quite sure, and
therefore do not care, as I should have done, had you been my
son, for the increase of the business. As it is, lad, I could not
even wish to see you waste your life here."</p>

<p>Frank, after he was once fairly settled at his new work, had
written to his friend the doctor, at Deal, telling him of the
position he had taken, and that he was in a fair way to make at
least a comfortable living, and that at a pursuit of which he was
passionately fond. He asked him, however, while writing to him
from time to time to give him news of his sister, not to tell any
one his address, as although he was not ashamed of his berth,
still he would rather that, until he had made another step up in
life, his old schoolfellows should not know of his whereabouts.
He had also written to his friend Ruthven a bright chatty letter,
telling him somewhat of his adventures in London and the loss of
his money, and saying that he had now got employment at a
naturalist's, with every chance of making his way.</p>

<p>"When I mount a bit higher," he concluded, "I shall be awfully
glad to see you again, and will let you know what my address may
then be. For the present I had rather keep it dark. If you will
write to me, addressed to the General Post Office, telling me all
about yourself and the fellows at school, I shall be very, very
glad to get your letter. I suppose you will be breaking up for
Christmas in a few days."</p>

<p>Christmas came and went. It was signalized to Frank only by
the despatch of a pretty present to Lucy, and the receipt of a
letter from her written in a round childish hand. A week
afterwards he heard somebody come into the shop. His employer was
out, and he therefore went into the shop.</p>

<p>"I knew it was!" shouted a voice. "My dear old Frank, how are
you?" and his hand was warmly clasped in that of Ruthven.</p>

<p>"My dear Ruthven," was all Frank could say.</p>

<p>"I had intended," Ruthven exclaimed, "to punch your head
directly I found you; but I am too glad to do it, though you
deserve it fifty times over. What a fellow you are! I wouldn't
have believed it of you, running away in that secret sort of way
and letting none of us know anything about you. Wasn't I angry,
and sorry too, when I got the letter you wrote me from Deal! When
I went back to school and found that not even Dr. Parker, not
even your sister, knew where you were, I was mad. So were all the
other fellows. However, I said I would find you wherever you had
hidden yourself."</p>

<p>"But how did you find me?" Frank asked greatly moved at the
warmth of his schoolfellow's greeting.</p>

<p>"Oh! it wasn't so very difficult to find you when once I got
your letter saying what you were doing. The very day I came up to
town I began to hunt about. I found from the Directory there were
not such a great number of shops where they stuffed birds and
that sort of thing. I tried the places in Bond Street, and
Piccadilly, and Wigmore Street, and so on to begin with. Then I
began to work east, and directly I saw the things in the window
here I felt sure I had found you at last. You tiresome fellow!
Here I have wasted nearly half my holidays looking for you."</p>

<p>"I am so sorry, Ruthven."</p>

<p>"Sorry! you ought to be more than sorry. You ought to be
ashamed of yourself, downright ashamed. But, there, I won't say
any more now. Now, can't you come out with me?"</p>

<p>"No, I can't come out now, Ruthven; but come into this room
with me."</p>

<p>There for the next hour they chatted, Frank giving a full
account of all he had gone through since he came up to town,
while Ruthven gave him the gossip of the half year at school.</p>

<p>"Well," Ruthven said at last, "this old Horton of yours must
be a brick. Still, you know, you can't stop here all your life.
You must come and talk it over with my governor."</p>

<p>"Oh, no, indeed, Ruthven! I am getting on very well here, and
am very contented with my lot, and I could not think of troubling
your father in the matter."</p>

<p>"Well, you will trouble him a great deal," Ruthven said, "if
you don't come, for you will trouble him to come all the way down
here. He was quite worried when he first heard of your
disappearance, and has been almost as excited as I have over the
search for you.</p>

<p>"You are really a foolish fellow, Frank," he went on more
seriously; "I really didn't think it of you. Here you save the
lives of four or five fellows and put all their friends under a
tremendous obligation, and then you run away and hide yourself as
if you were ashamed. I tell you you can't do it. A fellow has no
more right to get rid of obligations than he has to run away
without paying his debts. It would be a burden on your mind if
you had a heavy debt you couldn't pay, and you would have a right
to be angry if, when you were perfectly able to pay, your
creditor refused to take the money. That's just the position in
which you've placed my father. Well, anyhow, you've got to come
and see him, or he's got to come and see you. I know he has
something in his mind's eye which will just suit you, though he
did not tell me what it was. For the last day or two he has been
particularly anxious about finding you. Only yesterday when I
came back and reported that I had been to half a dozen places
without success, he said, 'Confound the young rascal, where can
he be hiding? Here are the days slipping by and it will be too
late. If you don't find him in a day or two, Dick, I will set the
police after him -- say he has committed a murder or broken into
a bank and offer a reward for his apprehension.' So you must
either come home with me this afternoon, or you will be having my
father down here tonight."</p>

<p>"Of course, Ruthven," Frank said, "I would not put your father
to such trouble. He is very kind to have taken so much interest
in me, only I hate --"</p>

<p>"Oh, nonsense! I hate to see such beastly stuck up pride,
putting your own dignity above the affection of your friends; for
that's really what it comes to, old boy, if you look it fairly in
the face."</p>

<p>Frank flushed a little and was silent for a minute or two.</p>

<p>"I suppose you are right, Ruthven; but it is a little hard for
a fellow --"</p>

<p>"Oh, no, it isn't," Ruthven said. "If you'd got into a scrape
from some fault of your own one could understand it, although
even then there would be no reason for you to cut your old
friends till they cut you. Young Goodall, who lives over at
Bayswater, has been over four or five times to ask me if I have
succeeded in finding you, and I have had letters from Handcock,
and Childers, and Jackson. Just as if a fellow had got nothing to
do but to write letters. How long will you be before you can come
out?"</p>

<p>"There is Mr. Horton just come in," Frank said. "I have no
doubt he will let me go at once."</p>

<p>The old naturalist at once assented upon Frank's telling him
that a friend had come who wished him to go out.</p>

<p>"Certainly, my dear boy. Why, working the hours and hours of
overtime that you do, of course you can take a holiday whenever
you're disposed."</p>

<p>"He will not be back till late," Ruthven said as they went
out. "I shall keep him all the evening."</p>

<p>"Oh, indeed, Ruthven, I have no clothes!"</p>

<p>"Clothes be bothered," Ruthven said. "I certainly shall end by
punching your head, Frank, before the day's out."</p>

<p>Frank remonstrated no more, but committed himself entirely to
his friend's guidance. At the Mansion House they mounted on the
roof of an omnibus going west, and at Knightsbridge got off and
walked to Eaton Square, where Ruthven's father resided. The
latter was out, so Frank accompanied his friend to what he called
his sanctum, a small room littered up with books, bats, insect
boxes, and a great variety of rubbish of all kinds. Here they
chatted until the servant came up and said that Sir James had
returned.</p>

<p>"Come on, Frank," Ruthven said, running downstairs. "There's
nothing of the ogre about the governor."</p>

<p>They entered the study, and Ruthven introduced his friend.</p>

<p>"I've caught him, father, at last. This is the culprit."</p>

<p>Sir James Ruthven was a pleasant looking man, with a kindly
face.</p>

<p>"Well, you troublesome boy," he said, holding out his hand,
"where have you been hiding all this time?"</p>

<p>"I don't know that I've been hiding, sir," Frank said.</p>

<p>"Not exactly hiding," Sir James smiled, "only keeping away
from those who wanted to find you. Well, and how are you getting
on?"</p>

<p>"I am getting on very well, sir. I am earning eighteen
shillings a week and my board and lodging, and my employer says
he will take me into partnership as soon as I come of age."</p>

<p>"Ah, indeed!" Sir James said. "I am glad to hear that, as it
shows you must be clever and industrious."</p>

<p>"Yes, father, and the place was full of the most lovely cases
of things Frank had stuffed. There was quite a crowd looking in
at the window."</p>

<p>"That is very satisfactory. Now, Frank, do you sit down and
write a note to your employer, asking him to send down half a
dozen of the best cases. I want to show them to a gentleman who
will dine with me here today, and who is greatly interested in
such matters. When you have written the note I will send a
servant off at once in a cab to fetch them."</p>

<p>"And, father," Dick continued, "if you don't mind, might Frank
and I have our dinner quietly together in my room? You've got a
dinner party on, and Frank won't enjoy it half as much as he
would dining quietly with me."</p>

<p>"By all means," Sir James said. "But mind he is not to run
away without seeing me.</p>

<p>"You are a foolish lad," he went on in a kind voice to Frank;
"and it was wrong as well as foolish to hide yourself from your
friends. However independent we may be in this world, all must,
to a certain extent, rely upon others. There is scarcely a man
who can stand aloof from the rest and say, 'I want nothing of
you.' I can understand your feeling in shrinking from asking a
favor of me, or of the fathers of the other boys who are, like
myself, deeply indebted to you for the great service you have
rendered their sons. I can admire the feeling if not carried too
far; but you should have let your schoolfellows know exactly how
you were placed, and so have given us the opportunity of repaying
the obligation if we were disposed, not to have run away and
hidden yourself from us."</p>

<p>"I am sorry, sir," Frank said simply. "I did not like to seem
to trade upon the slight service I rendered some of my
schoolfellows. Dr. Bateman told me I was wrong, but I did not see
it then. Now I think, perhaps he was right, although I am afraid
that if it happened again I should do the same."</p>

<p>Sir James smiled.</p>

<p>"I fear you are a stiff necked one, Master Frank. However, I
will not scold you any further. Now, what will you do with
yourselves till dinner time?"</p>

<p>"Oh, we'll just sit and chat, father. We have got lots more
things to tell each other."</p>

<p>The afternoon passed in pleasant talk. Frank learned that
Ruthven had now left Dr. Parker's for good, and that he was going
down after the holidays to a clergyman who prepared six or eight
boys for the army. Before dinner the footman returned with half a
dozen of the best cases from the shop, which were brought up to
Dick's room, and the latter was delighted with them. They greatly
enjoyed their dinner together. At nine o'clock a servant came up
and took down the cases. Five minutes later he returned again
with a message, saying that Sir James wished Mr. Richard and his
friend to go down into the dining room. Frank was not shy, but he
felt it rather a trial when he entered the room, where seven or
eight gentlemen were sitting round the table, the ladies having
already withdrawn. The gentlemen were engaged in examining and
admiring the cases of stuffed birds and animals.</p>

<p>"This is my young friend," Sir James said, "of whom I have
been speaking to you, and whose work you are all admiring. This,
Frank, is Mr. Goodenough, the traveler and naturalist, of whom
you may have heard."</p>

<p>"Yes, indeed," Frank said, looking at the gentleman indicated.
"I have Mr. Goodenough's book on <i>The Passerine Family</i> at
home."</p>

<p>"It is rather an expensive book too," the gentleman said.</p>

<p>"Yes, sir. My father bought it, not I. He was very fond of
natural history and taught me all I know. He had a capital
library of books on the subject, which Dr. Bateman is keeping for
me, at Deal, till I have some place where I can put them. I was
thinking of getting them up soon."</p>

<p>Mr. Goodenough asked him a few questions as to the books in
the library, and then put him through what Frank felt was a sort
of examination, as to his knowledge of their contents.</p>

<p>"Very good indeed!" Mr. Goodenough said. "I can see from your
work here that you are not only a very clever preparer, but a
close student of the habits and ways of wild creatures. But I was
hardly prepared to find your scientific knowledge so accurate and
extensive. I was at first rather inclined to hesitate when Sir
James Ruthven made me a proposal just now. I do so no longer. I
am on the point of starting on an expedition into the center of
Africa in search of specimens of natural history. He has proposed
that you should accompany me, and has offered to defray the cost
of your outfit, and of your passage out and home. I may be away
for two years. Of course you would act as my assistant, and have
every opportunity of acquiring such knowledge as I possess. It
will be no pleasure trip, you know, but hard work, with all sorts
of hardships and, perhaps, some dangers. At the same time it
would be a fine opening in a career as a naturalist. Well, what
do you say?"</p>

<p>"Oh, sir!" Frank exclaimed, clasping his hands, "it is of all
things in the world what I should like most. How can I thank you
enough? And you, Sir James, it is indeed kind and thoughtful of
you."</p>

<p>"We are not quits yet by any means, Frank," Sir James said
kindly. "I am glad indeed to be able to forward your wishes; and
now you must go upstairs and be introduced to my wife. She is
most anxious to see you. She only returned home just before
dinner."</p>

<p>Frank was taken upstairs, where he and his cases of birds were
made much of by Lady Ruthven and the ladies assembled in the
drawing room. He himself was so filled with delight at the
prospect opened to him that all thought of his dark tweed suit
being out of place among the evening dresses of the ladies and
gentlemen, which had troubled him while he was awaiting the
summons to the dining room, quite passed out of his mind, and he
was able to do the honors of his cases naturally and without
embarrassment. At eleven o'clock he took his leave, promising to
call upon Mr. Goodenough, who was in lodgings in Jermyn Street,
upon the following morning, that gentleman having at Sir James'
request undertaken to procure all the necessary outfit.</p>

<p>"I feel really obliged to you, Sir James," Mr. Goodenough said
when Frank had left. "The lad has a genius for natural history,
and he is modest and self possessed. From what you tell me he has
done rather than apply for assistance to anyone, he must have
plenty of pluck and resolution, and will make a capital traveling
companion. I feel quite relieved, for it is so difficult to
procure a companion who will exactly suit. Clever naturalists are
rare, and one can never tell how one will get on with a man when
you are thrown together. He may want to have his own way, may be
irritable and bad tempered, may in many respects be a
disagreeable companion. With that lad I feel sure of my ground.
We shall get on capitally together."</p>

<p>On his return to the shop Frank told his employer, whom he
found sitting up for him, the change which had taken place in his
life, and the opening which presented itself.</p>

<p>Mr. Horton expressed himself as sincerely glad.</p>

<p>"I shall miss you sadly," he said, "shall feel very dull for a
time in my solitary house here; but it is better for you that you
should go, and I never expected to keep you long. You were made
for better things than this shop, and I have no doubt that a
brilliant career will be open before you. You may not become a
rich man, for natural history is scarcely a lucrative profession,
but you may become a famous one. Now, my lad, go off to bed and
dream of your future."</p>

<p>The next morning Frank went over, the first thing after
breakfast, to see his friend the porter. He, too, was very
pleased to hear of Frank's good fortune, but he was too busy to
talk much to him, and promised that he would come over that
evening and hear all about it. Then Frank took his way to Jermyn
Street, and went with Mr. Goodenough to Silver's, where an outfit
suited for the climate of Central Africa was ordered. The clothes
were simple. Shirts made of thin soft flannel, knickerbockers and
Norfolk jackets of tough New Zealand flax, with gaiters of the
same material.</p>

<p>"There is nothing like it," Mr. Goodenough said; "it is the
only stuff which has a chance with the thorns of an African
forest. Now you will want a revolver, a Winchester repeating
carbine, and a shotgun. My outfit of boxes and cases is ready, so
beyond two or three extra nets and collecting boxes there is
nothing farther to do in that way. For your head you'd better
have a very soft felt hat with a wide brim; with a leaf or two
inside they are as cool as anything, and are far lighter and more
comfortable than the helmets which many people use in the
tropics."</p>

<p>"As far as shooting goes," Frank said, "I think that I shall
do much better with my blowgun than with a regular one. I can hit
a small bird sitting nineteen times out of twenty."</p>

<p>"That is a good thing," Mr. Goodenough answered. "For shooting
sitting there is nothing better than a blowgun in skillful hands.
They have the advantage too of not breaking the skin; but for
flying a shotgun is infinitely more accurate. You will have
little difficulty in learning to shoot well, as your eye is
already trained by the use of your blowpipe. Will you want any
knives for skinning?"</p>

<p>"No, sir. I have a plentiful stock of them."</p>

<p>"Are you going back to Eaton Square? I heard Sir James ask you
to stop there until we start."</p>

<p>"No," Frank replied; "I asked his permission to stay where I
am till tomorrow. I did not like to seem in a hurry to run away
from Mr. Horton, who has been extremely kind to me."</p>

<p>"Mind, you must come here in three days to have your things
tried on," Mr. Goodenough said. "I particularly ordered that they
are to be made easy and comfortable, larger, indeed, than you
absolutely require, but we must allow for growing, and two years
may make a difference of some inches to you. Now, we have only to
go to a bootmaker's and then we have done."</p>

<p>When the orders were completed they separated, as Mr.
Goodenough was going down that afternoon to the country, and was
not to return until the day preceding that on which they were to
sail. That evening Frank had a long chat with his two friends,
and was much pleased when the old naturalist, who had taken a
great fancy to the honest porter, offered him the use of a room
at his house, saying that he should be more than paid by the
pleasure of his company of an evening. The offer was accepted,
and Frank was glad to think that his two friends would be sitting
smoking their pipes together of an evening instead of being in
their solitary rooms. The next day he took up his residence in
Eaton square.</p>

<h1 align="CENTER"><a name="CHAPTER_VIII"></a>CHAPTER VIII: TO
THE DARK CONTINENT</h1>

<p>After spending two or three days going about London and
enjoying himself with his friend Dick, Frank started for Deal,
where he was pleased to find his sister well and happy. He bade
goodbye to her, to the doctor, and such of his schoolfellows as
lived in Deal, to whom his start for Central Africa was quite an
event. Dr. Bateman handed over to him his watch and chain and his
blowgun, which he had taken care of for him, also his skinning
knives and instruments. The same evening he returned to town, and
spent the days very pleasantly until the afternoon came when he
was to depart. Then he bade farewell to his kind friends Sir
James and Lady Ruthven. Dick accompanied him in the cab to Euston
station, where a minute or two later Mr. Goodenough arrived. The
luggage was placed in a carriage, and Frank stood chatting with
Dick at the door, until the guard's cry, "Take your places!"
caused him to jump into the carriage. There was one more hearty
handshake with his friend, and then the train steamed out of the
station.</p>

<p>It was midnight when they arrived at Liverpool, and at once
went to bed at the Station Hotel. On coming down in the morning
Frank was astonished at the huge heap of baggage piled up in the
hall, but he was told that this was of daily occurrence, as six
or eight large steamers went out from Liverpool every week for
America alone, and that the great proportion of the passengers
came down, as they had done, on the previous night, and slept at
the Station hotel. Their own share of the baggage was not large,
consisting only of a portmanteau each, Mr. Goodenough having sent
down all his boxes two days previously. At twelve o'clock they
went on board the <i>Niger</i>, bound for the west coast of
Africa. This would carry them as far as Sierra Leone, whence Mr.
Goodenough intended to take passage in a sailing ship to his
starting point for the interior.</p>

<p>Frank enjoyed the voyage out intensely, and three days after
sailing they had left winter behind; four days later they were
lying in the harbor of Funchal.</p>

<p>"What a glorious place that would be to ramble about!" he said
to Mr. Goodenough.</p>

<p>"Yes, indeed. It would be difficult to imagine a greater
contrast than between this mountainous island of Madeira and the
country which we are about to penetrate. This is one of the most
delightful climates in the world, the west coast of Africa one of
the worst. Once well in the interior, the swamp fevers, which are
the curse of the shores, disappear, but African travelers are
seldom long free from attacks of fever of one kind or the other.
However, quinine does wonders, and we shall be far in the
interior before the bad season comes on."</p>

<p>"You have been there before, you said, Mr. Goodenough?"</p>

<p>"Yes, I have been there twice, and have made excursions for
short distances from the coast. But this time we are going into a
country which may be said to be altogether unknown. One or two
explorers have made their way there, but these have done little
towards examining the natural productions of the country, and
have been rather led by inducements of sport than by those of
research."</p>

<p>"Did you have fever, sir?"</p>

<p>"Two or three little attacks. A touch of African fever, during
what is called the good season, is of little more importance than
a feverish cold at home. It lasts two or three days, and then
there is an end of it. In the bad season the attacks are
extremely violent, sometimes carrying men off in a few hours. I
consider, however, that dysentery is a more formidable enemy than
fever. However, even that, when properly treated, should be
combated successfully."</p>

<p>"Do you mean to hire the men to go with you at Sierra
Leone?"</p>

<p>"Certainly not, Frank. The negroes of Sierra Leone are the
most indolent, the most worthless, and the most insolent in all
Africa. It is the last place in the world at which to hire
followers. We must get them at the Gaboon itself, and at each
place we arrive at afterwards we take on others, merely retaining
one of the old lot to act as interpreter. The natives, although
they may allow white men to pass safely, are exceedingly jealous
of men of other tribes. I shall, however, take with me, if
possible, a body of, say six Houssas, who are the best fighting
negroes on the coast. These I shall take as a bodyguard; the
carriers we shall obtain from the different tribes we visit. The
Kroomen, whom you will see at Cape Palmas, are a magnificent set
of men. They furnish sailors and boatmen to all the ships trading
on these shores. They are strong, willing, and faithful, but they
do not like going up into the interior. Now we will land here and
get a few hours' run on shore. There are one or two peculiarities
about Madeira which distinguish it from other places. To begin
with we will go for a ride in a bullock cart without wheels."</p>

<p>"But surely it must jolt about terribly," Frank said.</p>

<p>"Not at all. The roads are paved with round, knubbly stones,
such as you see sometimes in narrow lanes and courts in seaside
places at home. These would not make smooth roads for wheeled
vehicles; but here, as you will see, the carts are placed on long
runners like those of sledges. These are greased, and the driver
always has a pound of candles or so hanging to the cart. When he
thinks that the runners want greasing he takes a candle, lays it
down on the road in front of one of the runners, and lets this
pass over it. This greases it sufficiently, and it glides along
over the stones almost as smoothly as if passing over ice."</p>

<p>Frank thoroughly enjoyed his run on shore, but was surprised
at the air of listlessness which pervaded the inhabitants. Every
one moved about in the most dawdling fashion. The shopkeepers
looked out from their doors as if it were a matter of perfect
indifference to them whether customers called or not. The few
soldiers in Portuguese uniform looked as if they had never done a
day's drill since they left home. Groups sat in chairs under the
trees and sipped cooling drinks or coffee. The very bullocks
which drew the gliding wagons seemed to move more slowly than
bullocks in other places. Frank and his friend drove in a wagon
to the monastery, high up on the mountain, and then took their
places on a little hand sledge, which was drawn by two men with
ropes, who took them down the sharp descent at a run, dashing
round corners at a pace which made Frank hold his breath. It took
them but a quarter of an hour to regain the town, while an hour
and a half had been occupied in the journey out.</p>

<p>"I shall buy a couple of hammocks here," Mr. Goodenough said.
"They are made of knotted string, and are lighter and more
comfortable than those to be met with on the coast. I will get a
couple of their cane chairs, too, they are very light and
comfortable."</p>

<p>In the afternoon they again embarked, and then steamed away
for Sierra Leone. After several days' passage, they arrived there
at daylight, and Frank was soon on deck.</p>

<p>"What a beautiful place!" he exclaimed. "It is not a bit what
I expected."</p>

<p>"No," Mr. Goodenough said; "no one looking at it could suppose
that bright pretty town had earned for itself the name of the
white man's grave."</p>

<p>Sierra Leone is built on a somewhat steep ascent about a mile
up the river. Freetown, as the capital is properly called, stands
some fifty feet or so above the sea, and the barracks upon a
green hill three hundred feet above it, a quarter of a mile back.
The town, as seen from the sea, consists entirely of the houses
of the merchants and shopkeepers, the government buildings,
churches, and other public and European buildings. The houses are
all large and bright with yellow tinged whitewash, and the place
is completely embowered in palms and other tropical trees. The
native town lies hidden from sight among trees on low ground to
the left of the town. Everywhere around the town the hills rise
steep and high, wooded to the summit. Altogether there are few
more prettily situated towns than the capital of Sierra
Leone.</p>

<p>"It is wonderful," Mr. Goodenough said, "that generations and
generations of Europeans have been content to live and die in
that wretchedly unhealthy place, when they might have established
themselves on those lofty hills but a mile away. There they would
be far above the malarious mists which rise from the low ground.
The walk up and down to their warehouses and offices here would
be good for them, and there is no reason why Sierra Leone should
be an unhealthy residence. Unfortunately the European in Africa
speedily loses his vigor and enterprise. When he first lands he
exclaims, 'I certainly shall have a bungalow built upon those
hills;' but in a short time his energy leaves him. He falls into
the ways of the place, drinks a great deal more spirits than is
good for him, stops down near the water, and at the end of a year
or so, if he lives so long, is obliged to go back to Europe to
recruit.</p>

<p>"Look at the boats coming out."</p>

<p>A score of boats, each containing from ten to twelve men,
approached the ship. They remained at a short distance until the
harbor master came on board and pronounced the ship free from
quarantine. Then the boats made a rush to the side, and with
shouts, yells, and screams of laughter scrambled on board. Frank
was at once astonished and amused at the noise and confusion.</p>

<p>"What on earth do they all want?" he asked Mr. Goodenough.</p>

<p>"The great proportion of them don't want anything at all," Mr.
Goodenough answered, "but have merely come off for amusement.
Some of them come to be hired, some to carry luggage, others to
tout for the boatmen below. Look at those respectable negresses
coming up the gangway now. They are washerwomen, and will take
our clothes ashore and bring them on board again this afternoon
before we start."</p>

<p>"It seems running rather a risk," Frank said.</p>

<p>"No, you will see they all have testimonials, and I believe it
is perfectly safe to intrust things to them."</p>

<p>Mr. Goodenough and Frank now prepared to go on shore, but this
was not easily accomplished, for there was a battle royal among
the boatmen whose craft thronged at the foot of the ladder. Each
boat had about four hands, three of whom remained on board her,
while the fourth stood upon the ladder and hauled at the painter
to keep the boat to which he belonged alongside. As out of the
twenty boats lying there not more than two could be at the foot
of the ladder together, the conflict was a desperate one. All the
boatmen shouted, "Here, sar. This good boat, sar. You come wid
me, sar," at the top of their voices, while at the same time they
were hard at work pulling each other's boats back and pushing
their own forward. So great was the struggle as Frank and Mr.
Goodenough approached the gangway, so great the crowd upon the
ladder, that one side of the iron bar from which the ladder
chains depend broke in two, causing the ladder to drop some
inches and giving a ducking to those on the lower step, causing
shouts of laughter and confusion. These rose into perfect yells
of amusement when one of the sailors suddenly loosed the ladder
rope, letting five or six of the negroes into the water up to
their necks. So intense was the appreciation by the sable mind of
this joke that the boatmen rolled about with laughter, and even
the victims, when they had once scrambled into their boats,
yelled like people possessed.</p>

<p>"They are just like children," Mr. Goodenough said. "They are
always either laughing or quarreling. They are good natured and
passionate, indolent, but will work hard for a time; clever up to
a certain point, densely stupid beyond. The intelligence of an
average negro is about equal to that of a European child of ten
years old. A few, a very few, go beyond this, but these are
exceptions, just as Shakespeare was an exception to the ordinary
intellect of an Englishman. They are fluent talkers, but their
ideas are borrowed. They are absolutely without originality,
absolutely without inventive power. Living among white men, their
imitative faculties enable them to attain a considerable amount
of civilization. Left alone to their own devices they retrograde
into a state little above their native savagery."</p>

<p>This was said as, after having fixed upon a boat and literally
fought their way into it, they were rowed towards the shore. On
landing Frank was delighted with the greenness of everything. The
trees were heavy with luxuriant foliage, the streets were green
with grass as long and bright as that in a country lane in
England. The hill on which the barracks stand was as bright a
green as you would see on English slopes after a wet April, while
down the streets clear streams were running. The town was alive
with a chattering, laughing, good natured, excitable population,
all black, but with some slight variation in the dinginess of the
hue.</p>

<p>Never was there such a place for fun as Sierra Leone. Every
one was brimful of it. Every one laughed when he or she spoke,
and every one standing near joined freely in the conversation and
laughed too. Frank was delighted with the display of fruit in the
market, which is probably unequaled in the world. Great piles
there were of delicious big oranges, green but perfectly sweet,
and of equally refreshing little green limes; pineapples and
bananas, green, yellow, and red, guava, and custard apples,
alligator pears, melons, and sour sops, and many other native
fruits.</p>

<p>Mr. Goodenough purchased a large basket of fruit, which they
took with them on board the ship. The next morning they started
down the coast. They passed Liberia, the republic formed of
liberated slaves, and of negroes from America, and brought up a
mile or two off Monrovia, its capital. The next day they anchored
off Cape Palmas, the headquarters of the Kroomen. A number of
these men came off in their canoes, and caused great amusement to
Frank and the other passengers by their fun and dexterity in the
management of their little craft. These boats are extremely
light, being hollowed out until little thicker than pasteboard,
and even with two Kroomen paddling it is difficult for a European
to sit in them, so extremely crank are they. Light as they are
the Krooboy can stand up and dive from his boat without upsetting
it if he take time; but in the hurry and excitement of diving for
coppers, when half a dozen men would leap overboard together, the
canoes were frequently capsized. The divers, however, thought
nothing of these mishaps, righting the boats and getting in again
without difficulty. Splendidly muscular fellows they were.
Indeed, except among the Turkish hamals it is doubtful whether
such powerful figures could be found elsewhere.</p>

<p>"They would be grand fellows to take with us, Mr. Goodenough,"
Frank said.</p>

<p>"Yes, if they were as plucky as they are strong, one could
wish for nothing better; but they are notorious cowards, and no
offer would tempt them to penetrate into such a country as that
into which we are going."</p>

<p>Stopping a few hours at Cape Coast Castle, Accra, and other
ports they at last arrived at Bonny.</p>

<p>"It is not tempting in appearance," Frank said,
"certainly."</p>

<p>"No," Mr. Goodenough replied, "this is one of the most
horribly unhealthy spots in Africa. As you see, the white traders
do not dare to live on shore, but take up their residence in
those old floating hulks which are thatched over, and serve as
residences and storehouses. I have a letter from one of the
African merchants in London, and we shall take up our abode on
board his hulk until we get one of the coasting steamers to carry
us down. I hope it will not be many days."</p>

<p>The very bulky luggage was soon transferred to the hulk, where
Frank and Mr. Goodenough took up their residence. The agent in
charge was very glad to receive them, as any break in the
terrible monotony of such a life is eagerly welcomed. He was a
pale, unhealthy looking man, and had just recovered from an
unusually bad attack of fever. Like most of the traders on the
coast he had an immense faith in the power of spirits.</p>

<p>"It is the ruin of them," Mr. Goodenough said to Frank when
they were alone. "Five out of six of the men here ruin their
constitutions with spirits, and then fall an easy prey to the
fever."</p>

<p>"But you have brought spirits with you, Mr. Goodenough. I saw
some of the cases were labeled Brandy.'"</p>

<p>"Brandy is useful when taken as a medicine, and in moderation.
A little mixed with water at the end of a long day of exhausting
work acts as a restorative, and frequently enables a worn out man
to sleep. But I have brought the brandy you see for the use of
others rather than myself. One case is of the very best spirits
for our own use. The rest is common stuff and is intended as
presents. Our main drink will be tea and chocolate. These are
invaluable for the traveler. I have, besides, large quantities of
calico, brass stair rods, beads, and powder. These are the money
of Africa, and pass current everywhere. With these we shall pay
our carriers and boatmen, with these purchase the right of way
through the various tribes we shall meet. Moreover it is almost
necessary in Africa to pass as traders. The people perfectly
understand that white men come here to trade; but if we said that
our object was to shoot birds and beasts, and to catch
butterflies and insects, they would not believe us in the
slightest degree, but would suspect us of all sorts of hidden
designs. Now we will go ashore and pay our respects to the
king."</p>

<p>"Do you mean to say that there is a king in that wretched
looking village?" Frank asked in surprise.</p>

<p>"Kings are as plentiful as peas in Africa," Mr. Goodenough
said, "but you will not see much royal state."</p>

<p>Frank was disappointed indeed upon landing. Sierra Leone had
given him an exalted idea of African civilization, but this was
at once dispelled by the appearance of Bonny. The houses were
constructed entirely of black mud, and the streets were narrow
and filthy beyond description. The palace was composed of two or
three hovels, surrounded by a mud wall. In one of these huts the
king was seated. Mr. Goodenough and Frank were introduced by the
agent, who had gone ashore with them, and His Majesty, who was an
almost naked negro, at once invited them to join him in the meal
of which he was partaking. As a matter of courtesy they
consented, and plates were placed before them, heaped with a stew
consisting of meat, vegetables, and hot peppers. While the meal
went on the king asked Mr. Goodenough what he had come to the
coast for, and was disappointed to find that he was not going to
set up as a trader at Bonny, as it was the custom for each
newcomer to make a handsome present to him. When the meal was
over they took their leave.</p>

<p>"Do you know what you have been eating?" the agent asked
Frank.</p>

<p>"Not in the least," Frank said. "It was not bad; what was
it?"</p>

<p>"It was dog flesh," the agent answered.</p>

<p>"Not really!" Frank exclaimed with an uncomfortable sensation
of sickness.</p>

<p>"Yes, indeed," the agent replied. "Dog's meat is considered a
luxury in Bonny, and dogs are bred specially for the table."</p>

<p>"You'll eat stranger things than that before you've done,
Frank," Mr. Goodenough continued, "and will find them just as
good, and in many cases better, than those to which you are
accustomed. It is a strange thing why in Europe certain animals
should be considered fit to eat and certain animals altogether
rejected, and this without the slightest reason. Horses and
donkeys are as clean feeders as oxen and sheep. Dogs, cats, and
rats are far cleaner than pigs and ducks. The flesh of the one
set is every bit as good as that of the other, and yet the
poorest peasant would turn up his nose at them. Here sheep and
oxen, horses and donkeys, will not live, and the natives very
wisely make the most of the animals which can do so."</p>

<p>Frank was soon tired of Bonny, and was glad to hear that they
would start the next day for Fernando Po in a little steamer
called the <i>Retriever</i>. The island of Fernando Po is a very
beautiful one, the peak rising ten thousand feet above the sea,
and wooded to the very summit. Were the trees to some extent
cleared away the island might be very healthy. As it is, it is
little better than the mainland.</p>

<p>There was not much to see in the town of Clarence, whose
population consists entirely of traders from Sierra Leone,
Kroomen, etc. The natives, whose tribal name is Adiza, live in
little villages in the interior. They are an extremely primitive
people, and for the most part dispense altogether with clothing.
The island belongs to Spain, and is used as a prison, the
convicts being kept in guard ships in the harbor. After a stay of
three days there Mr. Goodenough and Frank took passage in a
sailing ship for the Gaboon.</p>

<h1 align="CENTER"><a name="CHAPTER_IX"></a>CHAPTER IX: THE START
INLAND</h1>

<p>After the comforts of a fine steamer the accommodation on
board the little trader was poor indeed. The vessel smelt
horribly of palm oil and was alive with cockroaches. These,
however, Mr. Goodenough and Frank cared little for, as they
brought up their mattresses and slept on deck. Upon their voyage
out from England Frank, as well as several of the other
passengers, had amused himself by practicing with his rifle at
empty bottles thrown overboard, and other objects, and having
nothing else to do now, he resumed the practice, accustoming
himself also to the use of his revolver, the mark being a small
log of wood swung from the end of a yard.</p>

<p>"I told you," Mr. Goodenough said, "that your skill with the
blowgun would prove useful to you in shooting. You are as good a
shot as I am, and I am considered a fair one. I have no doubt
that with a little practice you will succeed as well with your
double barrel. The shooting of birds on the wing is a knack which
seems to come naturally to some people, while others, practice as
they will, never become good shots."</p>

<p>The ship touched twice upon its way down to the Gaboon. Once
at the Malimba river, the second time at Botauga, the latter
being the principal ivory port in equatorial Africa.</p>

<p>"Shall we meet with any elephants, do you think?" Frank asked
his friend.</p>

<p>"In all probability," Mr. Goodenough said. "Elephant shooting,
of course, does not come within our line of action, and I should
not go at all out of my way for them. Still, if we meet them we
will shoot them. The ivory is valuable and will help to pay our
expenses, while the meat is much prized by the natives, who will
gladly assist us in consideration of the flesh."</p>

<p>On the sixteenth day after leaving Fernando Po they entered
the Gaboon. On the right hand bank were the fort and dwellings of
the French. A little farther up stood the English factories; and
upon a green hill behind, the church, school, and houses of an
American mission. On the left bank was the wattle town of King
William, the sable monarch of the Gaboon. Mr. Goodenough at once
landed and made inquiries for a house. He succeeded in finding
one, consisting of three rooms, built on piles, an important
point in a country in which disease rises from the soil. At Bonny
Mr. Goodenough had, with the assistance of the agent, enlisted
six Houssas. These people live much higher up on the coast, but
they wander a good deal and may be met with in most of the ports.
The men had formed a guard in one of the hulks, but trade having
been bad the agent had gone home, and they were glad to take
service with Mr. Goodenough. They spoke a few words of English,
and, like the Kroomen, rejoiced in names which had been given
them by sailors. They were called Moses, Firewater, Ugly Tom,
Bacon, Tatters, and King John. They were now for the first time
set to work, and the goods were soon transported from the brig to
the house.</p>

<p>"Is anything the matter with you, Frank?" Mr. Goodenough asked
that evening.</p>

<p>"I don't know, sir. My head feels heavy, somehow, and I am
giddy."</p>

<p>Mr. Goodenough felt his pulse.</p>

<p>"You have got your first touch of fever," he said. "I wonder
you've been so long without it. You had better lie down at
once."</p>

<p>A quarter of an hour afterwards Frank was seized with an
overpowering heat, every vein appearing to be filled with liquid
fire; but his skin, instead of being, as usual, in a state of
perspiration, was dry and hard.</p>

<p>"Now, Frank, sit up and drink this. It's only some mustard and
salt and water. I have immense faith in an emetic."</p>

<p>The draught soon took its effect. Frank was violently sick,
and the perspiration broke in streams from him.</p>

<p>"Here is a cup of tea," Mr. Goodenough said; "drink that and
you will find that there will be little the matter with you in
the morning."</p>

<p>Frank awoke feeling weak, but otherwise perfectly well. Mr.
Goodenough administered a strong dose of quinine, and after he
had had his breakfast he felt quite himself again.</p>

<p>"Now," Mr. Goodenough said, "we will go up to the factories
and mission and try and find a really good servant. Everything
depends upon that."</p>

<p>In a short time an engagement was made with a negro of the
name of Ostik. He was a Mpongwe man, that being the name of the
tribe on the coast. He spoke English fairly, as well as two or
three of the native languages. He had before made a journey some
distance into the interior with a white traveler. He was a tall
and powerfully built negro, very ugly, but with a pleasant and
honest face. Frank felt at once that he should like him.</p>

<p>"You quite understand," Mr. Goodenough explained, "we are
going through the Fan country, far into the interior. We may be
away from the coast for many months."</p>

<p>"Me ready, sar," the man answered with a grin. "Mak no odds to
Ostik. He got no wife, no piccanniny. Ostik very good cook.
Master find good grub; he catch plenty of beasts."</p>

<p>"You're not afraid, Ostik, because it is possible we may have
trouble on the way?"</p>

<p>"Me not very much afraid, massa. You good massa to Ostik he no
run away if fightee come; but no good fight whole tribe."</p>

<p>"I hope not to have any fighting at all, Ostik; but as I have
got six Houssas with me who will all carry breech loading guns, I
think we should be a match for a good sized tribe, if
necessary."</p>

<p>Ostik looked thoughtful. "More easy, massa, go without
Houssas," he said. "Black man not often touch white
traveler."</p>

<p>"No, Ostik, that is true; but I must take with me trade goods
for paying my way and hiring carriers, and if alone I should be
at the mercy of every petty chief who chose to plunder and delay
me. I am going as a peaceful traveler, ready to pay my way, and
to make presents to the different kings through whose territories
I may pass. But I do not choose to put myself at the mercy of any
of them. I do not say that eight men armed with breech loaders
could defeat a whole tribe; but they would be so formidable, that
any of these negro kings would probably prefer taking presents
and letting us pass peacefully to trying to rob us. The first
thing to do, will be to hire one large canoe, or two if
necessary. The men must agree to take us up into the Fan country,
as far as the rapids on the Gaboon. Then we shall take carriers
there, and the boat can return by itself. These are the things
which will have to go."</p>

<p>The baggage consisted of ten large tin cases, each weighing
about eighty pounds. These contained cotton cloths, powder,
beads, tea, chocolate, sugar, and biscuits. There were in
addition three bundles of stair rods, each about the same weight
as the boxes. These were done up in canvas. There was also a tent
made of double canvas weighing fifty pounds, and two light
folding tressel beds weighing fifteen pounds apiece. Thus
fourteen men would be required as carriers, besides some for
plantains and other provisions, together with the portmanteaus,
rugs, and waterproof sheets of the travelers. There were besides
six great chests made of light iron. Four of these were fitted
with trays with cork bottoms, for insects. The other two were for
the skins of birds. All the boxes and cases had strips of India
rubber where the lids fitted down, in order to keep out both damp
and the tiny ants which are the plague of naturalists in
Africa.</p>

<p>Four or five days were occupied in getting together a crew,
for the natives had an abject fear of entering the country of the
cannibal Fans. Mr. Goodenough promised that they should not be
obliged to proceed unless a safe conduct for their return was
obtained from the King of the Fans. A large canoe was procured,
sufficient to convey the whole party. Twelve paddlers were hired,
and the goods taken down and arranged in the boat. The Houssas
had been, on landing, furnished with their guns, which were
Snider rifles, had been instructed in the breech loading
arrangement, and had been set to work to practice at a mark at a
hundred and fifty yards distance -- the stump of an old tree,
some five feet in height, serving for the purpose. The men were
delighted with the accuracy of their pieces and the rapidity at
which they could be fired. Mr. Goodenough impressed upon them
that unless attacked at close quarters, and specially ordered to
fire fast, they must aim just as slowly and deliberately as if
using their old guns, for that in so long a journey ammunition
would be precious, and must, therefore, on no account whatever,
be wasted. In the boxes were six thousand rounds of ammunition, a
thousand for each gun, besides the ammunition for the rifles and
fowling pieces of Mr. Goodenough and Frank.</p>

<p>In order to render the appearance of his followers as imposing
as possible, Mr. Goodenough furnished each of the Houssas with a
pair of trousers made of New Zealand flax, reaching to their
knees. These he had brought from England with him. They were all
found to be too large, but the men soon set to work with rough
needles and thread and took them in. In addition to these, each
man was furnished with a red sash, which went several times round
the waist, and served to keep the trousers up and to give a gay
aspect to the dress. The Houssas were much pleased with their
appearance. All of them carried swords in addition to the guns,
as in their own country they are accustomed to fight with these
weapons.</p>

<p>They started early in the morning, and after four hours'
paddling passed Konig Island, an abandoned Dutch settlement. Here
they stopped for an hour or two, and then the sea breeze sprang
up, a sail was hoisted, and late at night they passed a French
guardship placed to mark the boundary of that settlement at a
point where a large tributary called the Boqui runs into it. Here
is a little island called Nenge Nenge, formerly a missionary
station, where the natives are still Christians. At this place
the canoe was hauled ashore. The Houssas had already been
instructed in the method of pitching the tent, and in a very few
minutes this was erected. It was a double poled tent, some ten
feet square, and there was a waterproof sheet large enough to
cover the whole of the interior, thus preventing the miasma from
arising from the ground within it. The beds were soon opened and
fixed, two of the large cases formed a table and two smaller ones
did service as chairs. A lamp was lit, and Frank was charmed with
the comfort and snugness of the abode.</p>

<p>The men's weapons were fastened round one of the poles to keep
them from the damp night air. Ostik had at once set to work on
landing, leaving the Houssas to pitch the tent. A fire was soon
blazing and a kettle and saucepans suspended over it. Rice was
served out to the men, with the addition of some salt meat, of
which sufficient had been purchased from the captain of the brig
to last throughout the journey in the canoe. The men were all in
high spirits at this addition to their fare, which was more than
had been bargained for, and their songs rose merrily round the
fire in the night air.</p>

<p>In the morning, after breakfast, they again took their places
in the canoe. For twelve miles they paddled, the tide at first
assisting them, but after this the water from the mountains ahead
overpowered it. Presently they arrived at the first Fan village,
called Olenga, which they reached six hours after starting. The
natives crowded round as the canoe approached, full of curiosity
and excitement, for never but once had a white man passed up the
river. These Fans differed widely from the coast negroes. Their
hair was longer and thicker, their figures were slight, their
complexion coffee colored, and their projecting upper jaws gave
them a rabbit mouthed appearance. They wore coronets on their
heads adorned with the red tail feathers of the common gray
parrot. Most of the men had beards, which were divided in the
middle, red and white beads being strung up the tips. Some wore
only a strip of goatskin hanging from the waist, or the skin of a
tigercat, while others had short petticoats made of cloth woven
from the inner bark of a tree. The travelers were led to the hut
of the chief, where they were surrounded by a mob of the
cannibals. The Houssas had been strictly enjoined to leave their
guns in the bottom of the canoe, as Mr. Goodenough desired to
avoid all appearance of armed force. The chief demanded of Ostik
what these two white men wanted here, and whether they had come
to trade. Ostik replied that the white men were going up the
river into the country beyond to shoot elephants and buy ivory,
that they did not want to trade for logwood or oil, but that they
would give presents to the chiefs of the Fan villages. A score of
cheap Birmingham muskets had been brought from England by Mr.
Goodenough for this purpose. One of these was now bestowed upon
the chief, together with some powder and ball, three bright
cotton handkerchiefs, some gaudy glass beads, and two looking
glasses for his wives. This was considered perfectly
satisfactory.</p>

<p>The crowd was very great, and at Mr. Goodenough's dictation
Ostik informed the chief that if the white men were left quiet
until the evening they would show his people many strange things.
On the receipt of this information the crowd dispersed. But when
at sunset the two travelers took a turn through the village, the
excitement was again very great. The men stood their ground and
stared at them, but the women and children ran screaming away to
hide themselves. The idea of the people of Central Africa of the
whites is that they are few in number, that they live at the
bottom of the sea, and are possessed of great wealth, but that
they have no palm oil or logwood, and are, therefore, compelled
to come to land to trade for these articles. They believe that
the strange clothes they wear are manufactured from the skins of
sea beasts.</p>

<p>When night fell Mr. Goodenough fastened a sheet against the
outside of the chief's hut, and then placed a magic lantern in
position ten paces from it. The Fans were then invited to gather
round and take their seats upon the ground. A cry of astonishment
greeted the appearance of the bright disk. This was followed by a
wilder yell when this was darkened, and an elephant bearing some
men sitting on his back was seen to cross the house. The men
leaped to their feet and seized their spears. The women screamed,
and Ostik, who was himself somewhat alarmed, had great difficulty
in calming their fears and persuading them to sit down again,
assuring them that they would see many wonderful things, but that
nothing would hurt them.</p>

<p>The next view was at first incomprehensible to many of them.
It was a ship tossing in a stormy sea; but some of those present
had been down to the mouth of the river, and these explained to
the others the nature of the phenomenon. In all there were twenty
slides, all of which were provided with movable figures; the last
two being chromatropes, whose dancing colors elicited screams of
delight from the astonished natives. This concluded the
performance, but for hours after it was over the village rang
with a perfect Babel of shouts, screams, and chatter. The whole
thing was to the Fans absolutely incomprehensible, and their
astonishment was equalled by their awe at the powers of the white
men.</p>

<p>The next two days they remained at Olenga, as word was sent up
to Itchongue, the next town, asking the chief there for leave to
come forward. The people had now begun to get over their first
timidity, and when Frank went out for a walk after breakfast he
was somewhat embarrassed by the women and girls crowding round
him, feeling his clothes and touching his hands and face to
assure themselves that these felt like those of human beings. He
afforded them huge delight by taking off his Norfolk jacket and
pulling up the sleeves of his shirt to show them that his arms
were the same color as his hands, and so elated were they with
this exhibition that it was with great difficulty that he
withstood their entreaties that he would disrobe entirely.
Indeed, Ostik had at last to come to his rescue and carry him off
from the laughing crowd by which he was surrounded.</p>

<p>After dinner Mr. Goodenough invited the people to sit down in
a vast circle holding each other's hands. He then told them that
he should at a word make them all jump to their feet. Then taking
out a small but powerful galvanic battery, he arranged it and
placed wires into the hands of the two men nearest to him in the
great circle.</p>

<p>"Now," he said, "when I clap my hands you will find that you
are all obliged to jump up."</p>

<p>He gave the signal. Frank turned on the battery, and in an
instant the two hundred men and women, with a wild shriek, either
leapt to their feet or rolled backward on the ground. In another
minute not a native was to be seen, with the exception of the
chief, who had not been included in the circle. The latter, at
Mr. Goodenough's request, shouted loudly to his subjects to
return, for that the white men would do them no harm; but it was
a long time before, slowly and cautiously, they crept back again.
When they had reassembled Mr. Goodenough showed them several
simple but astonishing chemical experiments, which stupefied them
with wonder; and concluded with three or four conjuring tricks,
which completed their amazement. A long day's paddling took them
to Itchongue, where they were as well received as at Olenga. Here
they stopped for two days, and the magic lantern was again
brought out, and the other tricks repeated with a success equal
to that which they had before obtained. As another day's paddling
would take them to the rapids Mr. Goodenough now set up a
negotiation for obtaining a sufficient number of carriers. After
great palaver, and the presentation of three guns to the chief to
obtain his assistance, thirty men were engaged. These were each
to receive a yard of calico or one brass stair rod a day, and
were to proceed with the party until such time as they could
procure carriers from another tribe.</p>

<p>The new recruits were taken up in another canoe. Several
villages were passed on the way. The river became a mere rapid,
against which the canoes with difficulty made their way. They had
now entered the mountains which rose steeply above them,
embowered in wood. Two days of severe work took them to the foot
of the falls. Here the canoes were unloaded. The men hired on the
coast received their pay, and turned the boat's head down stream.
The other canoe accompanied it, and the travelers remained with
their bodyguard of Houssas and their carriers.</p>

<p>"Now," Mr. Goodenough said, "we are fairly embarked on our
journey, and we will commence operations at once. I have heard
the cries of a great many birds which are strange to me today,
and I expect that we shall have a good harvest. We may remain
here for some time. The first thing to do is to find food for our
followers. We have got six sacks of rice, but it will never do to
let our men depend solely upon these. They would soon come to an
end."</p>

<p>"But how are we to feed forty people?" Frank asked in
astonishment.</p>

<p>"I pointed out to you today," Mr. Goodenough said, "the tracks
of hippopotami in various places. One of these beasts will feed
the men for nearly a week. There were, too, numbers of
alligators' eggs on the banks, and these creatures make by no
means bad eating. Your rifle will be of no use against such
animals as these. You had better take one of the Sniders. I have
some explosive shells which will fit them. My own double
barrelled rifle is of the same bore."</p>

<p>After dinner Mr. Goodenough told two of the Houssas to
accompany them with their rifles, together with three or four of
the Fans. He made his way down the stream to a point where the
hills receded, and where he had observed a great many marks of
the river horses. As they approached the spot they heard several
loud snorts, and making their way along as quietly as possible
they saw two of the great beasts standing in the stream. At this
point it widened a good deal and was shallow and quite near the
bank. The Fans had been told to stay behind directly the snorting
was heard, and Mr. Goodenough and Frank, rifle in hand, crept
forward, with the Houssas as still and noiseless as cats close
behind them.</p>

<h1 align="CENTER"><a name="CHAPTER_X"></a>CHAPTER X: LOST IN THE
FOREST</h1>

<p>The hippopotami were playing together, floundering in the
shallow water, and the noise they made prevented their hearing
the stealthy approach of their enemies.</p>

<p>"You take the one nearest shore, Frank, I will take the other.
Aim at the forehead between the eyes. I will make a slight sound
to attract their attention."</p>

<p>Frank knelt on one knee and took steady aim. Mr. Goodenough
then gave a shout, and the two animals turning their heads stood
staring at the foliage, scarce a dozen yards away, in which the
travelers were concealed. The guns flashed at the same moment,
and as if struck by lightning the hippopotami fell in the stream.
The explosive balls had both flown true to the mark, invariably a
fatal one in the case of the river horse. Frank as he fired had
taken another rifle which the Houssas held in readiness for him,
but there was no occasion for its use. The Fans came running up,
and on seeing the great beasts lying in the stream, gave a shout
of joy.</p>

<p>"That will do for this evening," Mr. Goodenough said. "They
are large beasts, and will give food enough for a week or ten
days."</p>

<p>They then returned to the camp which, at the news brought by
one of the Fans, had already been deserted. Before the natives
retired to sleep the hippopotami had been cut up and carried to
the camp. Portions were already frizzling over the fires, other
parts set aside for the consumption of the next two days, and the
rest cut up in strips to be dried in the sun. The tongue of one
was cut up and fried as a great luxury for the white men's supper
by Ostik. It is not often that the natives of equatorial Africa
are able to indulge in meat, and the joy of the Fans at this
abundant supply, and the prospect afforded them of further good
eating, raised their spirits to the highest extent.</p>

<p>Next morning at daybreak Mr. Goodenough and Frank set out from
the camp. Each carried a double barreled gun, and was accompanied
by one of the Houssas carrying his rifle and a butterfly net, and
when three hours later they returned to the camp for breakfast
and compared their spoils they found that an excellent beginning
had been made. Nearly a score of birds, of which several were
very rare, and five were pronounced by Mr. Goodenough to be
entirely new, had been shot, and many butterflies captured. Frank
had been most successful in this respect, as he had come across a
small clearing in which were several deserted huts. This was just
the place in which butterflies delight, for, although many kinds
prefer the deep shades of the forest, by far the greater portion
love the bright sunlight.</p>

<p>After breakfast they again set out, Frank this time keeping
along the edge of the stream, where he had observed many
butterflies as he came up, and where many birds of the kingfisher
family had also been seen. He had been very successful, and was
walking along by the edge of the water with his eyes fixed upon
the trees above, where he had a minute before heard the call of a
bird, when he was startled by a shout from the Houssa behind him.
He involuntarily sprang back, and it was well he did so; for on
the instant something swept by within an inch or two of his head.
Looking round he saw, at the edge of the stream below him, a huge
alligator. This had struck at him with its tail -- the usual
manner in which the alligator supplies itself with food -- and
had it not been for the warning cry of the Houssa, would have
knocked him into the stream. Its mouth was open and Frank, as if
by instinct, fired the contents of both barrels into its throat.
The animal rolled over on to its back in the water and then
turned as if to struggle to regain the bank. The Houssa, however,
had run up, and, placing the muzzle of his gun within a foot of
its eye, fired, and the creature rolled over dead, and was swept
away by the stream.</p>

<p>The Houssa gave a loud shout which was answered in the
distance. He then shouted two or three words, and turning to
Frank said: "Men get alligator," and proceeded on his way without
concerning himself further in the matter.</p>

<p>On his return to camp in the evening Frank found that the
alligator had been discovered and fished out, and that its steaks
were by no means bad eating. Frank told Mr. Goodenough of the
narrow escape he had had, and the latter pointed out to him the
necessity of always keeping his eyes on the watch.</p>

<p>"Alligators frequently carry off the native women when engaged
in washing," he said, "and almost invariably strike them, in the
first place, into the river with a blow of their tails. Once in
the water they are carried off, drowned, and eaten at leisure.
Sometimes, indeed, a woman may escape with the loss of a foot or
arm, but this is the exception."</p>

<p>"What is the best thing to do when so attacked?" Frank asked.
"I don't mean to be caught napping again, still it is as well to
know what to do if I am."</p>

<p>"Men when so attacked have been known frequently to escape by
thrusting their thumbs or fingers into the creature's eyes. If it
can be done the alligator is sure to lose his hold, but it
demands quickness and great presence of mind. When a reptile is
tearing at one's leg, and hurrying one along under water, you can
see that the nerve required to keep perfectly cool, to feel for
the creature's eyes, and to thrust your finger into them is very
great. The best plan, Frank, distinctly is to keep out of their
reach altogether."</p>

<p>After remaining for a fortnight at their camp they prepared
for a move. Another hippopotamus was killed, cut up and dried,
and the flesh added to the burdens. Then the tent was struck and
they proceeded farther into the mountains. Two days later they
halted again, the site being chosen beside a little mountain
rivulet. They were now very high up in the hills, Mr. Goodenough
expecting to meet with new varieties of butterflies and insects
at this elevation. They had scarcely pitched their camp when
Frank exclaimed:</p>

<p>"Surely, Mr. Goodenough, I can hear some dogs barking! I did
not know that the native dogs barked."</p>

<p>"Nor do they. They may yelp and howl, but they never bark like
European dogs. What you hear is the bark of some sort of monkey
or baboon."</p>

<p>This opinion was at once confirmed by the Fans.</p>

<p>"We will sally out with our guns at once," Mr. Goodenough
said.</p>

<p>"I don't like the thought of shooting monkeys," Frank
muttered, as he took up his Winchester carbine.</p>

<p>"They are very excellent eating," Mr. Goodenough continued,
"superior in my opinion, and, indeed, in that of most travelers,
to any other meat. We shall meet with no other kind of creature
fit for food up here. The birds, indeed, supply us amply, but for
the men it is desirable that we should obtain fresh meat when we
have the chance. These baboons are very mischievous creatures,
and are not to be attacked with impunity. Let four of the Houssas
with their guns come with us."</p>

<p>Following the direction of the sounds they had heard, the
travelers came upon a troupe of great baboons. It was a curious
sight. The males were as big as large dogs, some were sitting
sunning themselves on rocks, others were being scratched by the
females. Many of these had a baby monkey clinging on their necks,
while others were playing about in all directions.</p>

<p>"I'd rather not shoot at them, Mr. Goodenough," Frank
said.</p>

<p>"You will be glad enough to eat them," Mr. Goodenough
answered, and selecting a big male he fired. The creature fell
dead. The others all sprang to their feet. The females and little
ones scampered off. The males, with angry gestures, rushed upon
their assailants, barking, showing their teeth, and making
menacing gestures. Mr. Goodenough fired again, and Frank now,
seeing that they were likely to be attacked, also opened fire.
Six of the baboons were killed before the others abstained from
the attack and went screaming after the females. The dead baboons
were brought down, skinned, and two were at once roasted, the
others hung up to trees. It required a great effort on Frank's
part to overcome his repugnance to tasting these creatures, but,
when he did so, he admitted that the meat was excellent.</p>

<p>That night they were disturbed by a cry of terror from the
men. Seizing their rifles they ran out.</p>

<p>"There are two leopards, sar," Ostik said; "they have smelt
the monkeys."</p>

<p>The shouts scared the creatures away, and the natives kept up
a great fire till morning.</p>

<p>"We must get the skins if we can," Mr. Goodenough said. "The
skins of the equatorial leopard are rare. If we can get them both
they will make a fine group for you to stuff when you get back,
Frank."</p>

<p>"Are you thinking of following their trail?" Frank asked.</p>

<p>"That would be useless," Mr. Goodenough answered. "In soft
swampy ground we might do so, but up here it would be out of the
question. We must set a bait for them tonight, but be careful
while you are out today. They have probably not gone far from the
camp, and they are very formidable beasts. They not unfrequently
attack and kill the natives."</p>

<p>The Fans were much alarmed at the neighborhood of the
leopards, and none would leave the camp during the day. Two of
the Houssas were left on guard, although Mr. Goodenough felt sure
that the animals would not attempt to carry off any meat in the
daylight, and two Houssas accompanied each of the travelers while
out in search of butterflies.</p>

<p>Nothing was heard of the leopards during the day. At nightfall
a portion of one of the monkeys was roasted and hung up, so as to
swing within four feet of the ground from the arm of a tree, a
hundred yards from the camp. Mr. Goodenough and Frank took their
seats in another tree a short distance off. The night was fine
and the stars clear and bright. The tree on which the meat hung
stood somewhat alone, so that sufficient light penetrated from
above to enable any creatures approaching the bait to be seen.
Instead of his little Winchester, Frank had one of the Sniders
with explosive bullets. The Houssas were told to keep a sharp
watch in camp, in case the leopards, approaching from the other
side, might be attracted by the smell of meat there, rather than
by the bait. The Fans needed no telling to induce them to keep up
great fires all night.</p>

<p>Soon after dark the watchers heard a roaring in the forest. It
came from the other side of the camp.</p>

<p>"That is unlucky," Mr. Goodenough said. "We have pitched on
the wrong side. However, they will probably be deterred by the
fire from approaching the camp, and will wander round and round:
so we may hope to hear of them before long."</p>

<p>In answer to the roar of the leopards the natives kept up a
continued shouting. For some hours the roaring continued at
intervals, sometimes close at hand, sometimes at a considerable
distance. Frank had some difficulty in keeping awake, and was
beginning to wish that the leopards would move off altogether.
Two or three times he had nearly dozed off, and his rifle had
almost slipped from his hold. All at once he was aroused by a
sharp nudge from his companion. Fixing his eyes on the bait he
made out something immediately below it. Directly afterwards
another creature stole forward. They were far less distinct than
he had expected.</p>

<p>"You take the one to the left," Mr. Goodenough whispered;
"Now!"</p>

<p>They fired together. Two tremendous roars were heard. One of
the leopards immediately bounded away. The other rolled over and
over, and then, recovering its feet, followed its companion, Mr.
Goodenough firing his second barrel after him.</p>

<p>"I'm afraid you missed altogether, Frank," he said.</p>

<p>"I don't think so, sir. I fancied I saw the flash of the shell
as it struck him, but where, I have not the remotest idea. I
could not make him out clear enough. It was merely a dim shape,
and I fired as well as I could at the middle of it.</p>

<p>"Shall we go back to the camp now?" Frank asked.</p>

<p>"Yes, we can safely do so. You can tell by the sound of the
roars that they are already some distance away. There is little
chance of their returning tonight. In the morning we will follow
them. There is sure to be blood, and the natives will have no
difficulty in tracking them."</p>

<p>The rest of the night passed quietly, although roars and
howling could be heard from time to time in the distance.</p>

<p>Early in the morning they started with the Houssas.</p>

<p>"We must be careful today," Mr. Goodenough said, "for a
wounded leopard is a really formidable beast."</p>

<p>There was no difficulty in taking up the traces.</p>

<p>"One of them at least must be hard hit," Mr. Goodenough
remarked; "there are traces of blood every yard."</p>

<p>They had gone but a short distance when one of the Houssas
gave a sudden exclamation, and pointed to something lying at the
edge of a clump of bushes.</p>

<p>"Leopard," he said.</p>

<p>"Yes, there is one of them, sure enough. I think it's dead,
but we cannot be too cautious. Advance very carefully, Frank,
keeping ready to fire instantly."</p>

<p>They moved forward slowly in a body, but their precaution was
unnecessary. There was no movement in the spotted, tawny skin as
they advanced, and when they came close they could see that the
leopard was really dead. He had been hit by two bullets. The
first had struck his shoulder and exploded there, inflicting so
terrible a wound that it was wonderful he had been able to move
afterwards. The other had struck him on the back, near the tail,
and had burst inside him. Frank on seeing the nature of the
wounds was astonished at the tenacity of life shown by the
animal.</p>

<p>"I wonder whether I hit the other," he said.</p>

<p>"I have no doubt at all about it," Mr. Goodenough answered,
"although I did not think so before. It seemed to me that I only
heard the howls of one animal in the night, and thought it was
the one I had hit. But as this fellow must have died at once, it
is clear that the cries were made by the other."</p>

<p>A sharp search was now set up for the tracks of the other
leopard, the Houssas going back to the tree and taking it up
anew. They soon found traces of blood in a line diverging from
that followed by the other animal. For an hour they followed
this, great care being required, as at times no spots of blood
could be seen for a considerable distance. At last they seemed to
lose it altogether. Mr. Goodenough and Frank stood together,
while the Houssas, scattered round, were hunting like well
trained dogs for a sign. Suddenly there was a sharp roar, and
from the bough of a tree close by a great body sprang through the
air and alighted within a yard of Frank. The latter, in his
surprise, sprang back, stumbled and fell, but in an instant the
report of the two barrels of Mr. Goodenough's rifle rang out. In
a moment Frank was on his feet again ready to fire. The leopard,
however, lay dead, its skull almost blown off.</p>

<p>"You have had another narrow escape," Mr. Goodenough said. "I
see that your ball last night broke one of his hind legs. That
spoilt his spring. Had it not been for that he would undoubtedly
have reached you, and a blow with his paw, given with all his
weight and impetus, would probably have killed you on the spot.
We ought not to have stood near a tree strong enough to bear him
when in pursuit of a wounded leopard. They will always take to
trees if they can, and you see this was a very suitable one for
him. This bough on which he was lying starts from the trunk only
about four feet from the ground, so that even with his broken leg
he was able to get upon it without difficulty. Well, thank God,
you've not been hurt, my boy. It will teach us both to be more
careful in future."</p>

<p>That afternoon Frank was down with his second attack of fever,
a much more severe one than the first had been. Mr. Goodenough's
favorite remedy had its effect of producing profuse perspiration,
but two or three hours afterwards the hot fit again came on, and
for the next four days Frank lay half delirious, at one time
consumed with heat, and the next shivering as if plunged into ice
water. Copious doses of quinine, however, gradually overcame the
fever, and on the fifth day he was convalescent. It was,
nevertheless, another week before he was sufficiently recovered
to be able to resume his hunting expeditions. They again shifted
their camp, and this time traveled for three weeks, making short
journeys, and halting early so as to give half a day from each
camping place for their work.</p>

<p>Frank was one day out as usual with one of the Houssas. He had
killed several birds when he saw a butterfly, of a species which
he had not before met with, flitting across a gleam of sunshine
which streamed in through a rift in the trees. He told his Houssa
to wait where he was in charge of the two guns and birds, and
started off with his net in pursuit of the butterfly. The
creature fluttered away with Frank in full pursuit. Hither and
thither it flitted, seemingly taking an impish delight in
tantalizing Frank, settling on a spot where a gleam of sunlight
streamed upon the bark of a tree, till Frank had stolen up within
a couple of paces of it, and then darting away again at a pace
which defied Frank's best attempts to keep up with it until it
chose to play with him again. Intent only upon his chase Frank
thought of nothing else. At last, with a shout of triumph, he
inclosed the creature in his net, shook it into the wide pickle
bottle, containing a sponge soaked with chloroform, and then,
after tightly fitting in the stopper, he looked around. He
uttered an exclamation of dismay as he did so. He saw by the
bands of light the sun was already setting, and knew that he must
have been for upwards of an hour in chase of the butterfly. He
had not the slightest idea of the direction in which he had come.
He had, he knew, run up hill and down, but whether he had been
traveling in a circle or going straight in one direction, he had
not the least idea. He might be within a hundred yards of the
spot where he had left the Houssa. He might be three or four
miles away.</p>

<p>He at once drew out his revolver, which he always carried
strapped to his belt, and discharged the six chambers, waiting
for half a minute between each shot, and listening intently for
an answer to his signal. None came. The stillness of the wood was
unbroken, and Frank felt that he must have wandered far indeed
from his starting place, and that he was completely lost. His
first impulse was to start off instantly at the top of his speed,
but a moment's thought convinced him that this would be useless.
He had not an idea of the direction which he should pursue.
Besides the sun was sinking, twilight is short in the tropics,
and in half an hour it would be as dark as midnight in the
forest. Remembering his adventure with the leopard he determined
to climb into a tree and pass the night there. He knew that an
active search would be set on foot by his friends next morning,
and that, as every step he took was as likely to lead him from as
towards the camp, it was better to stay where he was.</p>

<p>He soon found a tree with a branch which would suit his
purpose, and, climbing up into it, lit his pipe and prepared for
an uncomfortable night. Frank had never smoked until he reached
Africa, but he had then taken to it on the advice of Mr.
Goodenough, who told him that smoking was certainly a preventive,
to some extent, of fever in malarious countries, and, although he
had not liked it at first, he had now taken kindly to his pipe,
and smoked from the time when the evening mists began to rise
until he went to bed.</p>

<p>The time passed very slowly. The cries of wild creatures could
be heard in the woods, and although Frank did not expect to be
attacked, it was impossible to sleep with these calls of
leopards, with which the forest seemed to abound, in his ears. He
had reloaded his revolver immediately after discharging it, and
had replaced it in his pouch, and felt confident that nothing
could climb the tree. Besides, he had heard that leopards seldom
attack men unless themselves attacked. Sleep, however, was out of
the question, for when he slept he might have fallen from his
seat in the crotch of the tree. Occasionally, however, he dozed
off, waking up always with an uncomfortable start, and a feeling
that he had just saved himself from falling. With the earliest
dawn of morn he descended, stiff and weary, from the tree.
Directly the sun rose he set off walking. He knew at least that
he was to the south of the camp, and that by keeping the sun on
his right hand till it reached the zenith he must get in time to
the little stream on which it was pitched. As he walked he
listened intently for the sound of guns. Once or twice he fancied
that he heard them, but he was quite unable to judge of the
direction. He had been out with the Houssa about six hours before
he strayed from him in the pursuit of the butterfly, and they had
for some time been walking towards the camp, in order to reach it
by nightfall. Thus he thought, that at that time, he could only
have been some three or four miles distant from it. Supposing
that he had run due south, he could still be but eight miles from
the stream, and he thought that in three hours' walking he might
arrive there. In point of fact, after leaving the Houssa the
butterfly had led him towards the southeast, and as the stream
took a sharp bend to the north a little distance above the camp,
he was many miles farther from it than he expected. This stream
was one of the upper tributaries of the Gaboon.</p>

<p>After walking for two hours the character of the forest
changed. The high trees were farther apart, and a thick
undergrowth began to make its appearance, frequently causing him
to make long detours and preventing his following the line he had
marked out for himself. This caused him much uneasiness, for he
knew that he had passed across no such country on his way from
the camp, and the thought that he might experience great
difficulties in recovering it, now began to press upon him.</p>

<h1 align="CENTER"><a name="CHAPTER_XI"></a>CHAPTER XI: A HOSTILE
TRIBE</h1>

<p>Every step that he went the ground grew softer and more
swampy, and he at length determined to push on no farther in this
direction, but turning to his left to try and gain higher ground,
and then to continue on the line he had marked out for
himself.</p>

<p>His progress was now very slow. The bush was thick and close,
thorny plants and innumerable creepers continually barred his
way, and the necessity for constantly looking up through the
trees to catch a glimpse of the sun, which was his only guide,
added to his difficulty. At length, when his watch told him it
was eleven o'clock, he came to a standstill, the sun being too
high overhead to serve him as a reliable guide. He had now been
walking for nearly six hours, and he was utterly worn out and
exhausted, having had no food since his midday meal on the
previous day. He was devoured with thirst, having merely rinsed
his mouth in the black and poisonous water of the swamps he had
crossed. His sleepless night, too, had told on him. He was bathed
in perspiration, and for the last hour had scarcely been able to
drag his feet along.</p>

<p>He now lay down at the foot of a great tree, and for three or
four hours slept heavily. When he awoke he pursued his journey,
the sun serving as a guide again. In two hours' time he had got
upon higher ground. The brushwood was less dense, and he again
turned his face to the north, and stepped forward with renewed
hopes.</p>

<p>It was late in the afternoon when he came upon a native path.
Here he sat down to think. He did not remember having crossed
such a path on the day before. Probably it crossed the stream at
some point above the encampment. Therefore it would serve as a
guide, and he might, too, come upon some native village where he
could procure food. By following it far enough he must arrive
somewhere. He sat for a quarter of an hour to rest himself, and
then proceeded along the path, whose direction seemed to be the
northwest.</p>

<p>For an hour he proceeded and then paused, hearing a sudden
outcry ahead. Scampering along the path came a number of great
baboons, and Frank at once stepped aside into the bush to avoid
them, as these are formidable creatures when disturbed. They were
of a very large species, and several of the females had little
ones clinging around their necks. In the distance Frank could
hear the shouts of some natives, and supposed that the monkeys
had been plundering their plantations, and that they were driving
them away. The baboons passed without paying any attention to
him, but Frank observed that the last of the troop was carrying a
little one in one of its forearms.</p>

<p>Frank glanced at the baby monkey and saw that it had round its
waist a string of blue beads. As a string of beads is the only
attire which a negro child wears until it reaches the age of ten
or eleven years old, the truth at once flashed upon Frank that
the baboons were carrying off a native baby, which had probably
been set down by its mother while she worked in the plantation.
Instantly he drew his pistol, leaped into the road, and fired at
the retreating ape. It gave a cry, dropped the baby and turned to
attack its aggressor.</p>

<p>Frank waited till it was within six feet, and then shot it
through the head. He sprang forward and seized the baby, but in a
moment he was attacked by the whole party of baboons, who,
barking like dogs, and uttering angry cries, rushed at him. Frank
stood his ground, and discharged the four remaining barrels of
his revolver at the foremost animals. Two of these dropped, but
the others who were only wounded sprang upon him. Frank struck
out with the butt end of his pistol, but in a minute he was
overpowered.</p>

<p>One monkey seized him by the leg with his teeth, while another
bit his arm. Others struck and scratched at him, and he was at
once thrown down. He tried to defend his face with his arms,
kicking and struggling to the best of his power. With one hand he
drew the long knife for skinning animals, which he wore at his
belt, and struck out fiercely, but a baboon seized his wrist in
its teeth, and Frank felt that all was over, when suddenly his
assailants left him, and the instant afterwards he was lifted to
his feet by some negroes.</p>

<p>He had, when attacked by the apes, thrown the baby into a
clump of ferns close by, in order to have the use of both his
hands, and when he looked round he found that a negress had
already picked it up, and was crying and fondling it. The negroes
appeared intensely astonished at Frank's color, and he judged by
their exclamations of surprise that, not only had they not seen a
white man before, but that they had not heard of one being in the
neighborhood.</p>

<p>Frank had been too severely bitten and mauled by the baboons
to be able to walk, and the negroes, seeing this, raised him, and
four of them carried him to their village, which was but a
quarter of a mile distant. Here he was taken to the principal
hut, and laid on a bed. His wounds were dressed with poultices
formed of bruised leaves of some plant, the natives evincing the
utmost astonishment as Frank removed his clothes to enable these
operations to be performed.</p>

<p>By pointing to his lips he indicated that he was hungry and
thirsty. Water was brought to him, and cakes made from pounded
yams pressed and baked. Having eaten and drank he closed his eyes
and lay back, and the natives, who had before been all noisily
chattering together, now became suddenly silent, and stealing
away left the strange white visitor to sleep.</p>

<p>When Frank woke he could see by the light that it was early
morning. A woman with a child in her lap, whom Frank recognized
as the negress who had picked up the baby, was sitting on a low
stool by his side. On seeing him open his eyes she came to the
bed, took his hand and put it to her lips, and then raised the
baby triumphantly and turned it round and round to show that it
had escaped without damage. Then when Frank pointed again to his
lips she brought him a pineapple, roughly cut off the skin, and
sliced it. Frank ate the juicy fruit, and felt immensely
refreshed, for the West Coast pineapple is even more delicious
than that found in the West Indies. Then the woman removed the
bandages and applied fresh poultices to his wounds, talking in
low soft tones, and, as Frank had no doubt, expressing sorrow at
their cause.</p>

<p>Frank now endeavored to explain to her that he had a white
companion in the woods, but the woman, not understanding, brought
in two or three other natives, who stood round the couch and
endeavored to gather what he wished to say.</p>

<p>Frank held up two fingers. Then he pointed to himself and shut
down one finger, keeping the other erect, and then pointed all
round to signify that he had a friend somewhere in the wood. A
grin of comprehension stole over the faces of the negroes, and
Frank saw that he was understood.</p>

<p>Then he again held up his two fingers, and taking the hands of
the negress raised all her fingers by the side of the white ones
to signify that there were many natives with them. Then he took
aim, with an imaginary gun, up at the roof of the hut, and said
"Bang" very loud, and a chorus of approving laughter from the
negroes showed that he was understood. Then one of them pointed
towards the various points of the compass, and looked
interrogatively at Frank. The sun was streaming in through the
doorway, and he was thus able to judge of the direction in which
the camp must lie. He made a sweep with his hand towards the
northwest, signifying that they were somewhere in that
direction.</p>

<p>That afternoon fever set in, and for the two next days Frank
was delirious. When he recovered consciousness he found Mr.
Goodenough sitting beside him. The latter would not suffer him to
talk, but gave him a strong dose of quinine and told him to lie
quiet and go to sleep.</p>

<p>It was not till the next day that Frank learned what had
happened in his absence. The Houssa had not returned until long
after nightfall. He reported that Frank had told him to wait with
the guns, and that he had waited until it grew nearly dark. Then
he had fired several times and had walked about, firing his gun
at intervals. Obtaining no responses he had made his way back to
the camp, where his arrival alone caused great consternation.</p>

<p>It was impossible to do anything that night, and the next
morning Mr. Goodenough, accompanied by five of the Houssas, one
only remaining to keep guard over the camp, had gone to the place
where Frank had last been seen. Then they scattered in various
directions, shouting and firing their guns. The search had been
continued all day without success, and at nightfall, disheartened
and worn out, they had returned to the camp. The next day the
search had been continued with an equal want of success, and the
fears that a leopard had attacked and killed Frank became
stronger and stronger. On the third day the whole of the carriers
were sent out with instructions to search the woods for native
paths, to follow these to villages, and to enlist the natives in
the search. One of these men had met one of the villagers on the
search for the party of the white man.</p>

<p>It was another ten days before Frank was sufficiently
recovered from his fever and wounds to march back to the camp.
After a stay there of two or three more days, to enable him
completely to regain his strength, the party started again on
their journey.</p>

<p>In another three weeks they had descended the hills, and the
Fans announced their unwillingness to travel farther. Mr.
Goodenough, however, told them quietly that they had promised to
go on until he could obtain other carriers, and that if they
deserted him he should pay them nothing. They might now expect
every day to meet people of another tribe, and as soon as they
should do so they would be allowed to depart. Finding that he was
firm, and having no desire to forfeit the wages they had earned,
the Fans agreed to go forward, although they were now in a
country entirely unknown to them, where the people would
presumably be hostile. They had, however, such faith in the arms
carried by the white men and Houssas, that they felt
comparatively easy as to the result of any attack which might be
made upon them.</p>

<p>The very day after this little mutiny, smoke was seen curling
up from the woods. Mr. Goodenough deemed it inexpedient to show
himself at once with so large a number of men. He, therefore,
sent forward Ostik with two of the Fans, each of whom could speak
several native dialects, to announce his coming. They returned in
an hour saying that the village was a very large one, and that
the news of the coming of two white men had created great
excitement. The people spoke of sending at once to their king,
whom they called Malembe, whose place, it seemed, was a day's
march off.</p>

<p>They now prepared to enter the village. Ostik went first
carrying himself with the dignity of a beadle at the head of a
school procession. Two of the Houssas walked next. Mr. Goodenough
and Frank followed, their guns being carried by two Fans behind
them. Then came the long line of bearers, two of the Houssas
walking on each side as a baggage guard. The villagers assembled
in great numbers as they entered. The head man conducted the
whites to his hut. No women or children were to be seen, and the
expression of the men was that of fear rather than curiosity.</p>

<p>"They are afraid of the Fans," Mr. Goodenough said. "The other
tribes all have a species of terror of these cannibals. We must
reassure them as soon as possible."</p>

<p>A long palaver then took place with the chief, with whose
language one of the Fans was sufficiently acquainted to make
himself understood. It was rather a tedious business, as each
speech had to be translated twice, through Ostik and the Fan.</p>

<p>Mr. Goodenough informed the chief that the white men were
friends of his people, that they had come to see the country and
give presents to the chiefs, that they only wished to pass
quietly through and to journey unmolested, and that they would
pay handsomely for food and all that they required. They wished
to obtain bearers for their baggage, and these they would pay in
cloth and brass rods, and as soon as they procured carriers the
Fans would return to their own country.</p>

<p>The chief answered expressing his gratification at seeing
white men in his village, saying that the king would, no doubt,
carry out all their wishes. One of the boxes was opened and he
was presented with five yards of bright colored calico, a gaudy
silk handkerchief, and several strings of bright beads. In return
a large number of plantains were presented to the white men.
These were soon distributed among the Fans.</p>

<p>"Me no like dat nigger," Ostik said. "Me think we hab trouble.
You see all women and children gone, dat bad. Wait till see what
do when king come."</p>

<p>That day and the next passed quietly. The baggage had been
piled in a circle, as usual, in an open space outside the
village; the tent being pitched in the center, and Ostik advised
Mr. Goodenough to sleep here instead of in the village. The day
after their arrival passed but heavily. The natives showed but
little curiosity as to the newcomers, although these must have
been far more strange to them than to the people nearer the
coast. Still no women or children made their appearance. Towards
evening a great drumming was heard in the distance.</p>

<p>"Here is his majesty at last," Mr. Goodenough said, "we shall
soon see what is his disposition."</p>

<p>In a short time the village was filled with a crowd of men all
carrying spears and bows and arrows. The drumming came nearer and
nearer, and then, carried in a chair on the shoulders of four
strong negroes, while ten others armed with guns marched beside
him, the king made his appearance.</p>

<p>Mr. Goodenough and Frank advanced to meet him. The king was a
tall man with a savage expression of countenance. Behind Mr.
Goodenough, Ostik and the Fan who spoke the language advanced.
The king's chair was lowered under the shade of a tree, and two
attendants with palm leaf fans at once began to fan his
majesty.</p>

<p>"Tell the king," Mr. Goodenough said, "that we are white men
who have come to see his country, and to pass through to the
countries beyond. We have many presents for him, and wish to buy
food and to hire carriers in place of those who have brought our
things thus far."</p>

<p>The king listened in silence.</p>

<p>"Why do the white men bring our enemies into our land?" he
asked angrily.</p>

<p>"We have come up from the coast," Mr. Goodenough said; "and as
we passed through the Fan country we hired men there to carry our
goods, just as we wish to hire men here to go on into the country
beyond. There were none of the king's men in that country or we
would have hired them."</p>

<p>"Let me see the white men's presents," the king said.</p>

<p>A box was opened, a bright scarlet shirt and a smoking cap of
the same color, worked with beads, a blue silk handkerchief and
twenty yards of bright calico, were taken out. To these were
added twelve stair rods, five pounds of powder, and two pounds of
shot.</p>

<p>The king's eye sparkled greedily as he looked at the
treasures.</p>

<p>"The white men must be very rich," he said, pointing to the
pile of baggage.</p>

<p>"Most of the boxes are empty," Mr. Goodenough said. "We have
brought them to take home the things of the country and show them
to the white men beyond the sea;" and to prove the truth of his
words, Mr. Goodenough had two of the empty cases opened, as also
one already half filled with bird skins, and another with trays
of butterflies and beetles.</p>

<p>The king looked at them with surprise.</p>

<p>"And the others?" he asked, pointing to them.</p>

<p>"The others," Mr. Goodenough said, "contain, some of them,
food such as white men are accustomed to eat in their own
country, the others, presents for the other kings and chiefs I
shall meet when we have passed on.</p>

<p>"The fellow is not satisfied," he said to Ostik, "give him two
of the trade guns and a bottle of brandy."</p>

<p>The king appeared mollified by these additional presents, and
saying that he would talk to the white men in the morning, he
retired into the village.</p>

<p>"I don't like the looks of things," Mr. Goodenough said. "I
fear that the presents we have given the king will only stimulate
his desire for more. However, we shall see in the morning."</p>

<p>When night fell, two of the Houssas were placed on guard. The
Fans slept inside the circle formed by the baggage. Several times
in the night the Houssas challenged bodies of men whom they heard
approaching, but these at once retired.</p>

<p>In the morning a messenger presented himself from the king,
saying that he required many more presents, that the things which
had been given were only fit for the chief of a village, and not
for a great king. Mr. Goodenough answered, that he had given the
best he had, that the presents were fit for a great king, and
that he should give no more.</p>

<p>"If we are to have trouble," he said to Frank, "it is far
better to have it at once while the Fans are with us, than when
we are alone with no one but the Houssas and the subjects of this
man. The Fans will fight, and we could hold this encampment
against any number of savages."</p>

<p>A quarter of an hour later the drums began beating furiously
again. Loud shouts and yells arose in the village, and the
natives could be seen moving excitedly about. Presently these all
disappeared.</p>

<p>"Fight come now," Ostik said.</p>

<p>"You'd better lower the tent at once, Ostik. It will only he
in our way."</p>

<p>The tent was speedily lowered. The Fans grasped their spears
and lay down behind the circle of boxes and bales, and the six
Houssas, the two white men and Ostik, to whom a trade musket had
been entrusted, took their places at regular intervals round the
circle, which was some eight yards in diameter. Presently the
beat of the drums again broke the silence, and a shower of
arrows, coming apparently from all points of the compass, fell in
and around the circle.</p>

<p>"Open fire steadily and quietly," Mr. Goodenough said, "among
the bushes, but don't fire fast. We must tempt them to show
themselves."</p>

<p>A dropping fire commenced against the invisible foe, the fire
being no more frequent than it would have been had they been
armed with muzzle loading weapons. Presently musketry was heard
on the enemy's side, the king's bodyguard having opened fire.
This was disastrous to them, for, whereas the arrows had afforded
but slight index as to the position of those who shot them, the
puffs of smoke from the muskets at once showed the lurking places
of those who used them, and Mr. Goodenough and Frank replied so
truly that in a very short time the musketry fire of the enemy
ceased altogether. The rain of arrows continued, the yells of the
natives rose louder and louder, and the drums beat more
furiously.</p>

<p>"They will be out directly," Mr. Goodenough said. "Fire as
quickly as you can when they show, but be sure and take good
aim."</p>

<p>Presently the sound of a war horn was heard, and from the wood
all round a crowd of dark figures dashed forward, uttering
appalling yells. On the instant the dropping fire of the
defenders changed into an almost continuous fusillade, as the
Sniders of the Houssas, the breech loading rifle of Mr.
Goodenough, and the repeating Winchester of Frank were brought
into play at their full speed. Yells of astonishment broke from
the natives, and a minute later, leaving nearly a score of their
comrades on the ground, the rest dashed back into the forest.</p>

<p>There was silence for a time and then the war drums began
again.</p>

<p>"Dey try again hard dis time, massa," Ostik said. "King tell
'em he cut off deir heads dey not win battle."</p>

<p>This time the natives rushed forward with reckless bravery, in
spite of the execution made among them by the rapid fire of the
defenders, and rushed up to the circle of boxes. Then the Fans
leaped to their feet, and, spear in hand, dashed over the
defenses and fell upon the enemy.</p>

<p>The attack was decisive. Uttering yells of terror the natives
fled, and two minutes later not a sound was to be heard in the
forest.</p>

<p>"I tink dey run away for good dis time, sar," Ostik said. "Dey
hav' 'nuf of him. Dey fight very brave, much more brave than
people down near coast. Dere in great battle only three, four men
killed. Here as many men killed as we got altogether."</p>

<p>This was so, nearly fifty of the natives having fallen between
the trees and the encampment. When an hour passed and all was
still, it became nearly certain that the enemy had retreated, and
the Houssas, who are splendid scouts, divested themselves of
their clothing and crawled away into the wood to reconnoiter.
They returned in half an hour in high glee, bearing the king's
chair.</p>

<p>"Dey all run away, sar, ebery one, de king an' all, and leab
his chair behind. Dat great disgrace for him."</p>

<p>A council was now held. The Fans were so delighted with the
victory they had won, that they expressed their readiness to
remain with their white companions as long as they chose,
providing these would guarantee that they should be sent home on
the expiration of their service. This Mr. Goodenough readily
promised. After discussing the question with Frank, he determined
to abstain from pushing farther into the interior, but to keep
along northward, and then turning west with the sweep of the
coast to travel slowly along, keeping at about the same distance
as at present from the sea, and finally to come down either upon
Cape Coast or Sierra Leone.</p>

<p>This journey would occupy a considerable time. They would
cross countries but little known, and would have an ample
opportunity for the collection of specimens, which they might,
from time to time, send down by the various rivers they would
cross, to the trading stations at their mouths.</p>

<p>It was felt that after this encounter with the natives it
would be imprudent in the extreme to push further into the
interior. They would have continual battles to fight, large
numbers of the natives would be killed, and their collecting
operations would be greatly interfered with. As a lesson to the
natives the village was burnt to the ground; the presents, which
the king in the hurry of his flight had left behind him, being
recovered.</p>

<p>A liberal allowance of tobacco was served out as a "dash" or
present to the Fans, and a bright silk handkerchief given to
each. Then they turned off at right angles to the line they had
before been pursuing and continued their journey.</p>

<p>Two days later Mr. Goodenough was prostrated by fever, and for
several days lay between life and death. When he became
convalescent he recovered strength very slowly. The heat was
prodigious and the mosquitos rendered sleep almost impossible at
night. The country at this place was low and swampy, and, weak as
he was, Mr. Goodenough determined to push forward. He was,
however, unable to walk, and, for the first time, a hammock was
got out and mounted.</p>

<p>There is no more comfortable conveyance in the world than a
hammock in Africa. It is slung from a long bamboo pole, overhead
a thick awning keeps the sun from the hammock. Across the ends of
the pole boards of some three feet long are fastened. The natives
wrap a piece of cloth into the shape of a muffin and place it on
their heads, and then take their places, two at each end of the
pole, with the ends of the board on their heads. They can trot
along at the rate of six miles an hour, for great distances,
often keeping up a monotonous song. Their action is perfectly
smooth and easy, and the traveler in the hammock, by shutting his
eyes, might imagine himself swinging in a cot on board ship on an
almost waveless sea.</p>

<p>After two days traveling they got on to higher ground, and
here they camped for some time, Mr. Goodenough slowly recovering
strength, and Frank busy in adding to their collections. In this
he was in no slight degree assisted by the Fans, who, having
nothing else to do, had now come to enter into the occupation of
their employers. A good supply of muslin had been brought, and
nets having been made, the Fans captured large quantities of
butterflies, the great difficulty being in convincing them that
only a few of each species were required. They were still more
valuable in grubbing about in the decaying trunks of fallen
trees, under loose bark, and in broken ground, for beetles and
larvae, a task which suited them better than running about after
butterflies, which, moreover, they often spoilt irreparably by
their rough handling. Thus Frank was able to devote himself
entirely to the pursuit of birds, and although all the varieties
more usually met with had been obtained, the collection steadily
increased in size.</p>

<p>Frank himself had severe attacks of fever, but none of these
were so severe as that which he had had on the day of the death
of the leopards.</p>

<p>At the end of a month Mr. Goodenough had recovered his
strength, and they again moved forward.</p>

<h1 align="CENTER"><a name="CHAPTER_XII"></a>CHAPTER XII: A
NEGRO'S STORY</h1>

<p>On arriving at a large village one day, they were struck as
they approached by the far greater appearance of comfort and
neatness than generally distinguish African villages. The plots
of plantations were neatly fenced, the street was clean and well
kept. As they entered the village they were met by the principal
people, headed by an old white haired negro.</p>

<p>"Me berry glad to see you, white men," he said. "Long time me
no see white men."</p>

<p>"And it is a long time," said Mr. Goodenough, shaking hands
with him, "since I have heard the sound of my own tongue outside
my party."</p>

<p>"Me berry glad to see you," repeated the negro. "Me chief of
dis village. Make you berry comfortable, sar. Great honor for dis
village dat you come here. Plenty eberyting for you, fowl, and
eggs, and plantain, and sometime a sheep."</p>

<p>"We have, indeed, fallen into the lap of luxury," Mr.
Goodenough said to Frank; and they followed the negro to his hut.
"I suppose the old man has been employed in one of the factories
upon the coast."</p>

<p>The interior of the hut was comfortably furnished and very
clean. A sort of divan covered with neatly woven mats extended
round three sides. In the center was an attempt at a table. A
doubled barreled gun and a rifle hung over the hearth. A small
looking glass and several colored prints in cheap frames were
suspended from the walls. A great chest stood at one end of the
room, while on a shelf were a number of plates and dishes of
English manufacture.</p>

<p>The negro begged his guests to be seated, and presently a girl
entered, bringing in a large calabash full of water for them to
wash their hands and faces. In the meantime the old negro had
gone to his chest, and, to the immense surprise of the travelers,
brought out a snow white tablecloth, which he proceeded to lay on
the table, and then to place knives, forks, and plates upon
it.</p>

<p>"You must 'scuse deficiencies, sar," he said. "We berry long
way from coast, and dese stupid niggers dey break tings most
ebery day."</p>

<p>"Don't talk about deficiencies," Mr. Goodenough answered
smiling. "All this is, indeed, astonishing to us here."</p>

<p>"You berry good to say dat, sar, but dis chile know how tings
ought to be done. Me libed in good Melican family. He know berry
well how tings ought to be done."</p>

<p>"Ah, you have traveled a good deal!" Mr. Goodenough said.</p>

<p>"Yes, sar, me trabel great deal. Me lib in Cuba long time. Den
me lib slave states, what you call Confederate. Den me lib
Northern state, also Canada under Queen Victoria. Me trabel bery
much. Now, sar, dinner come. Time to eat not to talk. After
dinner white gentlemen tell me what they came here for. Me tell
dem if they like about my trabels, but dat berry long story."</p>

<p>The dinner consisted of two fowls cut in half and grilled over
a fire, fried plantains, and, to the astonishment of the
travelers, green peas, followed by cold boiled rice over which
honey had been poured. Their host had placed plates only for two,
but they would not sit down until he had consented to join
them.</p>

<p>Two girls waited, both neatly dressed in cotton, in a fashion
which was a compromise between European and negro notions.</p>

<p>After dinner the negro presented them with two large and
excellent cigars, made, as he said, from tobacco grown in his own
garden, and the astonishment of the travelers was heightened by
the reappearance of one of the girls bearing a tray with three
small cups of excellent black coffee.</p>

<p>Their host now asked them for the story of their journey from
the coast, and the object with which they had penetrated Africa.
Mr. Goodenough related their adventures, and said that they were
naturalists in search of objects of natural history. When he had
finished Ostik, in obedience to a whisper from him, brought in a
bottle of brandy, at the sight of which the negro broke into a
chuckle.</p>

<p>"Me tree months widout taste dat. Once ebery year me send down
to coast, get coffee, tea, sugar, calico, beads, and rum. Dis
time de rum am finish too soon. One of de cases get broke and
half de bottles smash. Dat berry bad job. Dis chile calculate dat
six dozen last for a year, dat give him one bottle each week and
twenty bottles for presents to oder chiefs. Eighteen bottles go
smash, and as de oder chiefs expec' deir present all de same, Sam
hab ta go widout. De men start three weeks ago for coast. Me hope
dey come back in six weeks more."</p>

<p>"Well," Mr. Goodenough said, "you need not go without it till
they come back, for I can give you eight bottles which will last
you for two months. I have got a good supply, and as I never use
it for trade unless a chief particularly wants it, I can very
well spare it."</p>

<p>The old negro was greatly pleased, and when he had drank his
glass of brandy and water he responded to Mr. Goodenough's
request, and, lighting a fresh cigar, he began the story of his
adventures.</p>

<p>"I was born in dis berry village somewhere about seventy years
ago. I not know for sure widin two or three year, for when I
young man I no keep account. My fader was de chief of dis
village, just as I am now, but de village was not like dis. It
was not so big, and was berry dirty and berry poor, just like the
oder nigger villages. Well, sar, dere am nothing perticlar to
tell about de first years of my life. I jus' dirty little naked
nigger like de rest. Dose were berry bad times. Ebery one fight
against ebery one else. Ebery one take slabes and send dem down
de river, and sell to white men dere to carry ober sea. When I
grow up to seventeen, I s'pose, I take spear and go out wid de
people of dis village and de oder villages of dis part ob country
under king, and fight against oder villages and carry the people
away as slabes. All berry bad business dat. But Sam he tink
nothing, and just do the same as oder people. Sometimes oder
tribes come and fight against our villages and carry our people
away. So it happened to Sam.</p>

<p>"Jus' when he about twenty years old we had come back from a
long 'spedition. Dis village got its share ob slabes, and we
drink and sing and make merry wid de palm tree wine and tink
ourselves berry grand fellows. Well, sar, dat night great
hullyballoo in de village. De dogs bark, de men shout and seize
deir arms and run out to fight, but it no good. Anoder tribe fall
on us ten times as many as we. We fight hard but no use. All de
ole men and de ole women and de little babies dat no good to sell
dey killed, and de rest of us, de men and de women and de boys
and girls, we tied together and march away wid de people dat had
taken us.</p>

<p>"Berry bad time dat, sar. De season was dry and de water
scarce. We make long march ebery day, and berry little food
given. Dey beat us wid sticks and prod us wid spear to make us
go. A good many ob de weak ones dey die, but de most ob us arribe
at mouth ob riber; me neber know what riber dat was, but we were
berry nigh two months in getting dere. By dis time Sam arribe at
the conclusion berry strong, dat de burning ob villages and
carrying off ob slabes berry bad affair altogether. Sam hab
changed his mind about a great many things, but about dat he am
fixed right up to dis time.</p>

<p>"Well, at de mouth ob dat riber Sam saw de white man for de
first time; and me tell you fair, sar, Sam not like him no way.
Dey were Spanish men, and de way dey treat us poor niggers was
someting awful. We huddle up night and day in a big shed dey call
a barracoon. Dey gabe us berry little food, berry little water.
Dey flog us if we grumble. Dese men belong to ships, and had
bought us from dose who brought us down from up country. Deir
ship not come yet, and for a long time we wait in the barracoon
wishing dat we could die. At last de ship came, and we were taken
on board and huddled down below. Law, what a place dat was to be
sure! Not more than tree feet high, just high enough to sit up,
and dere we chained to deck. De heat, sar, was someting terrible.
Some ob us yell out and scream for air, but dey only come down
and beat us wid whips.</p>

<p>"De day after we got on board de ship set sail. Tree hours
after dat we hear a great running about on deck, and a shouting
by the white men. Den we hear big gun fire ober head, almost make
us jump out of skin wid de noise. Den more guns. Den dere was a
crash, and before we knew what was de matter dere was a big hole
in de side, and six niggers was killed dead. Ebery one yelled
berry loud. We tink for sure that de last day come. For a long
time de guns keep firing, and den everyting quiet again. At de
time no one could tink what de matter, but I s'pose dat British
cruiser chase us and dat de slaber sail away.</p>

<p>"Dat was an awful voyage, sar. At first de sea smoove, and de
ship go along straight. Den de ship begin to toss about jus' as
nigger does when he has taken too much palm wine, and we all feel
berry bad. Ebery one groan and cry and tink dat dey must have
been poisoned. For tree days it was a terrible time. De hatches
were shut down and no air could come to us, and dere we was all
alone in de dark, and no one could make out why de great house on
de water roll and tumble so much. We cry and shout till all
breaff gone, and den lie quiet and moan, till jus' when ebery one
tink he dead, dey take off de hatch and come down and undo de
padlocks and tell us to go up on deck. Dat berry easy to say, not
at all easy to do. Most of us too weak to walk, and say dat we
dead and cannot move. Den dey whip all about, and it was
astonishing, sar, to see what life dat whip put into dead nigger.
Somehow people feel dat dey could crawl after all, and when dey
get up on deck and see de blessed sun again and de blue sky dey
feel better. But not all. In spite ob de whip many hab to be
carried up on deck, and dere de sailor men lay 'em down and trow
cold water ober dem till dey open dere eyes and come to life.
Some neber come to life. Dere were about six hundred when we
start, and ob dese pretty nigh a hundred die in dose tree
days.</p>

<p>"After dat tings not so bad. De weather was fine and no more
English cruisers seen, so dey let half ob us up on deck at once
for tree or four hours ebery day. Dey give us more food, too, and
fatten us up. We talk dis ober among ourselves, and s'pose dat
dey going to eat us when we get to land again. Some propose not
to eat food, but when dey try dat on they get de whip, and
conclude dat if dey must be eaten dey might as well be eaten fat
as lean.</p>

<p>"At last we come in sight of land. Den we all sent below and
stay dere till night. Den we brought on deck, and find de vessel
lying in a little creek. Den we all land in boats, and march up
country all night. In de morning we halt. Tree or four white men
come on horses and look at us. Dey separate us into parties, and
each march away into country again. Den we separate again, till
at last me and twenty oders arribe at a plantation up in de
hills. Here we range along in line before a white man. He speak
in berry fierce tones, and a nigger by his side tell us dat dis
man our master, dat he say if we work well he gib us plenty of
food and treat us well, but dat if we not work wid all our might
he whip us to death. After dis it was ebident that de best ting
to do was to work hard.</p>

<p>"I was young and berry strong, sar, and soon got de name of a
willing hard working nigger. De massa he keep his word. Dose who
work well not bad treated, plenty ob food and a piece of ground
to plant vegetables and to raise fowls for ourselves. So we
passed two or tree year, plenty ob hard work, but not berry much
to grumble at. Den me and a gal of my own village, who had been
bought in de same batch wid me, we go to massa and say we want to
marry. Massa say, berry well. I fine strong nigger and work well,
so he gib de gal four yards ob bright cotton for wedding dress,
and a bottle ob rum to me, and we married.</p>

<p>"Two or tree years pass, and my wife hab two piccanninies. Den
de massa go home to Spain, and leab overseer in plantation. Berry
bad man dat. Before, if nigger work well he not beaten. Now he
beaten wheder he work or not. For two or tree months we 'tand it,
but tings get worse and worse. De oberseer he always drunk and go
on like wild beast. One day he passed by my wife hoeing de
sugarcane and he gib her cut wid whip, jus' out of 'musement. She
turn round and ask, 'What dat for?' He get mad, cut her wid whip,
knock her down wid de handle, and den seizing de chile dat she
had fastened to her back, he catch him by de leg and smash him
skull against a tree. Den, sar, I seize my hoe, I rush at him,
and I chop him down wid all my strength, cut his skull clean in
sunder, and he drop down dead.</p>

<p>"Den I knew dat dat was no place for Sam, so I take my hoe and
I run away as fast as I could. No one try to stop me. De oder
niggers dance and sing when dey saw de oberseer fall dead. I ran
all dat day up among de hills, skirting round de different
plantations till I get quite into de wild part. Wheneber I came
to stream I walk a long way in him till I get to tree hanging
ober. Den pull myself up into de branches, climb along and drop
at de farthest end, and den run again, for I knew dat dey would
set de bloodhounds after me.</p>

<p>"At last I tink dat it am quite safe, and when de night came
on lie down to sleep for a few hours. Before morning me off
again, and by night get to de center of de wild country. Here I
light a fire, and sit down, and, just as I 'spected, in two or
tree hours five or six men come down to me. Dose were niggers who
had run away from plantations. I tell dem my story, dey agree dat
I did berry right in killing oberseer. Dey take me away to place
where dey hab little huts and patches of yams. Two or tree days
pass and no one come, so, we s'pose dat dey hab lost de scent. Me
waited a month and den determined to go down and see about wife.
I journey at night, and reach plantation in two days. Dere I hide
till I see nigger come along close to bush. I call him and he
come. I tell him to tell my wife to steal away when night come,
and to meet me dere. He nod and go away. Dat night my wife come
wid de oder chile. We not talk much but start away for mountains.
Me berry much afraid now because my wife not berry strong, she
hurt by de blow and fretting after me. Howeber, we follow the way
I had gone before. I make shift to help her up into trees from
the streams, and dis time after tree days' travel we got back to
hut in the mountain.</p>

<p>"Dere we lib berry happy for a year. Sometimes some ob us go
down to plantation and take down baskets and oder tings dat we
had made and chop dem for cotton. We had tobacco of our own, and
some fowls which we got from the plantations in de fust place.
Altogether we did berry well. Sometimes band of soldiers come and
march trough the country, but we hab plenty hiding places and dey
never find us. More and more runway slabes come, and at last we
hear dat great 'spedition going to start to search all de
mountains. Dey come, two tree thousand ob dem. Dey form long
skirmishing line, five or six mile long, and dey go ober
mountain. Ebery nigger dey find who not surrender when dey call
to him dey shoot. When I heard ob deir coming I had long talk wid
wife. We agree that it better to leave de mountains altogether
and go down and live in the bushes close to the old plantation.
Nobody look for us dere. So we make our way down and lib there
quiet. We get the yams out ob de plantations and lib very
comfortable. When we tink all ober in the mountain we go
back.</p>

<p>"Well, sar, when we tink it all safe, and we get widin a mile
ob de huts whar we had libed, all at once we came upon a lot of
soldiers in camp. Dey see us and make shout. I call to my wife to
run, when dey fire. A bullet hit de baby, which she hab at her
back, and pass through both deir bodies. I did not run any more,
but jus' stood looking at my wife and chile as if my senses had
gone. Dere I stood till the soldiers came up. Dey put a cord
round my arms and led me away. After a time I was taken down the
country. Dere I was claimed, and when it was known I had killed a
white oberseer I was tried. But de new oberseer did not want me
to be hung, for I was a strong slave and worth money, so he told
a story about how it happen, and after dey had flogged me very
hard dey sent me back to plantation. Dere I work for a long time
wid a great log of wood chained to my ankle to prevent me from
running away again.</p>

<p>"For a time I not care whether I lib or die, but at last I
made up my mind to 'scape again. After six months dey took off de
log, tinking dat I had had enuf of de mountains and would not try
to 'scape, and de log prevented my doing so much work. De bery
next night I ran away again but dis time I determined to make for
de town in hopes ob getting on board an English ship, for I had
heard from de oder slabes dat de English did not keep black men
as slabes, but dat, on de contry, dey did what dey could to stop
de Spanish from getting dem away from Africa, and I understood
now dat de dreful noise we had heard on de first day we were on
board ship was an attack upon our vessel by an English
cruiser.</p>

<p>"It was four days' journey down to de town by de sea. Dere was
no difficulty in finding de way, for de road was good, and I
s'pose dat dey only looked for me towards de hills. Anyhow I got
dar safe, walking at night and sleeping in the bushes by day. I
got as near de town as I dar, and could see seberal vessels lying
near de shore. I could see dat some ob dem had de Spanish flag --
I knew dat flag -- de oders had flags which I did not know. When
it was dark I walked boldly into the town; no one asked me any
question, and I make my way through de streets down to de shore.
Dere I get into a boat and lay quiet till all de town was asleep.
Den I get into water and swim off to a ship -- one dat I had
noticed had a flag which was not Spanish. Dere was a boat
alongside. I climb into it and pull myself up by the rope on
deck. Den some white men seize me and say someting in language
which I not understand. Den dey take me into cabin and say
someting to captain; me not know what it was, but de captain
laugh, and me not like his laugh at all. Howeber, dey give me
someting to eat, and den take me down into hold of ship and tell
me to go to sleep on some sacks of sugar, and throw some empty
sacks ober me to cover me. Den dey close up hatch and leab me
alone.</p>

<p>"When I come on deck de land was gone and de vessel sailing
along. I speak to no one, for I only understand little Spanish,
and dese people not speak dat. We sail along for some time, and
at last we come in sight of land again. Den dey hoist flag and I
see dat it a flag wid lots of red stars and stripes upon him. I
know now dat it was a 'Merican ship. Den I know noting. We get to
port and I want to land, but dey shake deir heads.</p>

<p>"De next day de captain he make sign to me to come wid him. I
go along to shore and he take me to a open space in town, where a
man was standing on a raised platform. He had a black woman by de
side ob him. Seberal men come up and look at her. De man he shout
bery loud. Oder men say something short. At last he knock on de
table; a man tell de woman to come after him and she walk away.
Den a boy was put up, and den two more women, and ebery time just
de same ting was done. Den de man call out, and de captain push
his way through the crowd wid me, and tell me to climb up on
platform. I get up and look round quite surprised. Eberybody
laugh. Den de man began to holloa again. Den seberal men come up
and feel my arms and my legs. Dey point to de marks which de whip
had left on my back, and dey laugh again. Presently de man who
was shouting bang his hand on the table again, and a white man in
the crowd, who had seberal times called out loud, come up to me,
take me by the arm, and sign to me to go wid him.</p>

<p>"I begin to understand now; dat rascally captain had sold me
for a slabe, and dat flag I had seen was not de English flag.
However, it was no use to say anyting, and I went along wid my
new massa. He was a nice looking man, and I thought it might not
be so bery bad after all. He took me to a high carriage wid two
wheels and a fine horse. A negro, who was dressed up like a white
man, was holding de horse. He showed me to climb up behind, de
oders climb up in front, and we dribe away."</p>

<h1 align="CENTER"><a name="CHAPTER_XIII"></a>CHAPTER XIII: A
FUGITIVE SLAVE</h1>

<p>"Well, sar, work bery much de same on plantation in Virginia
and Cuba, but de slabe much merrier in 'Merica, when de master am
good. My new massa bery good man. Slabes all treat bery kind,
work not too hard. At night dance and sing bery much. Den I marry
again, dis time to one ob de girls in de house. She favorite ob
missy, and so when we marry, missy hab me taken off de fields and
put to garden. Bery fine garden dat was. Tree, four of us work
dar, Sam jus' as happy as man could be. Sometime, when der am
party, Sam come into the house to help at de table, dat how Sam
know how to do tings proper. De little massas dey bery fond ob
me, and when dey want to go out hunting de coon or fishing in de
riber, dey always cry for Sam.</p>

<p>"So fifteen years passed by, bery happy years, sar, den do ole
massa die; missy, too, soon after. De young massa not like him
father. Me tink de ole gentleman make mistake wid him when him
chile, let him hab too much his own way. I bery fond ob him
because I had been wid him so much, but I often shake my head
when I tink de time come dat he be massa ob de plantation. It was
not dat his nature was bad; he get in rage sometime, but dat all
ober in no time, but he lub pleasure too much; go to de races and
'top at de town weeks together, and play too much wid de cards.
Dere were two boys and two girls; de second boy, he go to West
Point and become officer in de army.</p>

<p>"After de death ob de ole people de house change bery much.
Before dat time we keep good company, gib sometimes grand balls,
and all de fust families ob Virginia in dat part visit dar. After
dat always people in de house. De young massa, when he go to
Richmond, bring back six or eight young men wid him, and dey
laugh and drink and play cards half de night. I tink de young
missys speak to him about his ways. Anyhow, one day dere great
row, and dey off to lib wid an aunt in de city. After dat tings
get worse. One day missy come back from town and she gib my wife
her papers of freedom. You see, my wife was giben by de ole man
to missy when her war a little girl, and fortunate it was dat he
had made out de papers all right and presented dem to her. When
missy gib her de papers ob freedom, she cry bery much. 'Me 'fraid
bad time coming, Sally,' she said. 'Me tink dat it better for a
time dat you clar out ob dis. Now you got de paper you free
woman, but you wife ob slabe; might be difficulty about it. Me
fear dat broder Dick ruined -- de plantation and slabes to be
sole;' and wid dat she bu'st out crying wus dan eber. Ob course
my wife she cry too.</p>

<p>"'Better you go norf, Sally,' missy say presently. 'I gib you
letter to friends dar, and tell dem you bery good nurse. Den if
Sam get good master you can come back to him again. If not, as
you tell me dat when he slabe before he run away, it jus'
possible he do de same again.'</p>

<p>"'Don't you tink, missy,' de wife said, 'dat de young massa
gib freedom to Sam too. Sam wait on him a great many years, sabe
him life when he tumbled into water.'</p>

<p>"'I bery much afraid,' missy said, shaking her head, 'dat my
broder not able to do so if he wish. He borrow money on de
plantation and de slabes, and dat prevent him from making any ob
dem free. De sale soon come now. You go tell Sam; tell him not to
say word to nobody. Den you pack up and come right away wid me to
de city. It bery much better you clar out ob dis before dey come
down and seize eberybody.'</p>

<p>"Well, sar, you guess when Sam heard dis he in fine taking. He
often grieve bery much dat he and Sally hab no children. Now he
tank de Lord wid all his heart dat dere no piccanniny, for dey
would hab been sold, one one way and one another, and we should
neber hab seen dem again. Hows'ever, I make great effort, and
tell Sally she do jus' what missy say. I tell her to go norf
while she can, and promise dat some day or oder Sam join her dar.
'Better for to be parted for ten year, Sally, dan to hab de risk
ob you being seize and sold to one master, me to anoder. You
trus' Sam to break out some day. He do bery well here for a time.
He bery good strong nigger, good gardner, good at de horses, good
carpenter. Sam sure to get good place, but, howeber good, when he
see a chance he run away. If no chance, he sabe up his money, and
you sabe up your money, Sally, and buy him freedom.'</p>

<p>"Well, sar, we bofe cry bery much, and den Sally go away wid
de young missy. A week after dat de bust up come. De officers dey
come down and seize de place, and a little while after dey sell
all de slabes. Dat was a terrible affair, to see de husbands and
de wives and de children separated and sold to different masters.
De young massa he not dere at sale. Dey say he pretty nigh break
him heart, but he ought to hab thought ob dat before. Me sure dat
de ole gentleman and de ole missy pretty nigh turn in deir grabe
at de thought ob all de hands they was so kind to sold away.</p>

<p>"Dat de curse of slabery, sar. Me trabel a good deal, and me
tink dat no working people in de world are so merry and happy as
de slabe in a plantation wid a good massa and missy. Dey not work
so hard as de white man. Dey have plenty to eat and drink, dey
hab deir gardens and deir fowls. When dey are sick dey are taken
care ob, when dey are ole they are looked after and hab nothing
to do. I have heard people talk a lot of nonsense about de hard
life of de plantation slabe. Dat not true, sar, wid a good massa.
De slabe hab no care and he bery happy. If all massas were good,
and dere were a law dat if a plantation were broken up de slabes
must be sold in families together, me tell you dat de life on a
plantation a thousand times happier dan de life ob a black man in
his own country. But all masters are not good. Some neber look
after de slabes, and leabe all to overseers, and dese bery often
bad, cruel men. But worst of all is when a sale comes. Dat
terrible, sar. De husban' sold to Alabama, de wife to Carolina,
de children scattered trough de States. Dis too bad, sar, dis
make ob slabery a curse to de black men.</p>

<p>"Well, sar, we all sold. Me fetch high price and sold to a
planter in Missouri. Sam no like dat. Dat a long way from the
frontier. Tree years Sam work dar in plantation. Den he sold
again to a man who hab boats on de riber at New Orleans. Dar Sam
work discharging de ships and working de barges. Dar he come to
learn for sure which de British flag. De times were slack, and my
massa hire me out to be waiter in a saloon. Dat place dey hab
dinners, and after dinner dey gamble. Dat war a bad place, mos'
ebery night quarrels, and sometimes de pistols drawn, and de
bullets flying about. Sam 'top dar six months; de place near de
riber, and de captains ob de ships often come to dine.</p>

<p>"One young fellow come bery often, and one day Sam saw tree or
four men he knew to be Texas horse dealers talking wid him. Now
dis young captain had been bery friendly wid Sam; always speak
cibil and gib him quarter for himself, and Sam sorry to see dose
chaps get hold ob him. Dis went on for two or tree days, till one
ebening de captain, instead of going away after dinner, stopped
talking to dese follows. De play begin at de table, and dey
persuade him to join. He hab de debil's luck. Dey thought they
going to cheat him, and if dey had got him by demselves dey would
have cleaned him out sure. But dere were oder people playing and
dey not able to cheat.</p>

<p>"Well, sar, he won all de money. Drinks had been flying about,
and when at last de man dat kep' de table said, 'De bank will
close for tonight,' de young fellow could scarce walk steady on
his feet. His pockets were full ob notes. I went up to him and
said, 'Will you hab a bed here, sar, bery good bed?' but he laugh
and say, 'No, Sam, I may be a little fresh in de wind, but I tink
I can make de boat.' I saw dose fellows scowl when I speak to
him, and I make up my mind dey after no good. Well, sar, dey go
out fust. Den he go out wid some oder people and stand laughing
and talking at de door. Sam run up to him room, slip on his money
belt, for he had had a good deal giben him while he was dar, and
was sabing up to buy his freedom, and he didn't know what was
going to happen. Den Sam look into de kitchen and caught up a
heavy poker and a long knife, den he run down and turn out de
lights ob de saloon and lock de door after him.</p>

<p>"He was jus' in time, for he saw at de corner, where de street
go down on to the wharves, de young captain separate from de men
who had gone out wid him and walk away by hisself. Sam kicked off
his shoes and ran as fast as he could to de end ob de street. De
wharf was bery badly lighted, jus' a lamp here and dere. Sam ran
along till he got widin about thirty yards ob de sailor, and den
stole quiet along in de shadow ob de houses. Sudden he see five
men run out. Den Sam he leap forward like tiger and gibs a shout
to warn de captain. He turn round jus' in time. Sam saw an arm
lifted and de captain fall, and den at de same moment almost him
poker come down wid a crunch upon de top ob one of deir head. Den
they turn on Sam, but, law bless you, sar! what was de good ob
dat? Bery strong negro wid heavy poker in one hand and long knife
in de oder more dan match for four men. He knock dem ober like
nine pin. Tree of dem, he tink he kill straight, the poker fall
on de top ob deir heads, de oder man give a dig in Sam's left
shoulder wid his knife, and de sudden pain shake Sam's aim a
little and de blow fall on him neck. He gib a shout and tumble
down. None ob do oder four had shouted or made any remark when
Sam hit dem. Den Sam caught up de captain and ran along de wharf.
Presently he heard a hail. 'All right,' Sam said.</p>

<p>"'Am dat you, captain?' some one say.</p>

<p>"'Me got a captain here,' Sam say; 'you come and see wheder he
yours.'</p>

<p>"De men came up and look in de captain's face.</p>

<p>"'Hullo,' dey say; 'de captain am dead.'</p>

<p>"'Me no tink him dead,' I say. 'He had a fight, and Sam come
to him aid and beat de rascals off. You had better take him
straight on board de ship.'</p>

<p>"Dey put him in boat and Sam go wid him to ship. Dey examine
de wound and find it not bery serious. De captain was turning
round when dey struck, and de blow had glanced off, but it had
made a ugly gash; and what wid de surprise, and de loss ob blood,
and knocking him head on de wharf, and de liquor, de captain had
lost his consciousness. He soon come round, and Sam tell all
about it. De captain shake Sam's hand bery much and call him his
preserver, and ask what he do for him.</p>

<p>"'You take me out ob dis country,' me said, 'and Sam be
grateful.'</p>

<p>"'Sartain, I will,' he said; 'and now what am de best ting to
do?'</p>

<p>"'Me not stop on board now. Dey come and search de vessel for
sure in de morning. When de four white men found, me hope five,
den dere great rumpus. If five dead no suspicion fall on Sam, but
you're sure to be asked questions. It would be known dat dey were
gambling in de saloon, and it would be known dat you had broken
de bank and had gone away wid your pockets stuffed full ob notes.
People would suspec' dat likely enuff dey had made an attack on
you. Dis you couldn't deny, for you will be bandaged up in de
morning, and if you had killed dem no one would blame you. But it
a different ting wid Sam. All dose rascals friends together, and
you be bery sure dat some ob dem pay him off for it. If five men
dead, all well and good. Den you say you knocked down and know
nufing furder. You s'pose some people came up and take your side,
and kill dose men, and carry you to de boat, and gib you ober to
de sailors, and den go away; but dat you know nufing at all about
it. If only four men killed den do oder, who will be sure to go
away and say nufing ob his share in de business, will tell all
his mates dat dis nigger intrude himself into de affair, and dat
bad for Sam. So, sar, propose dat I go ashore, and dat I go down
de bank five or six mile, and dere hide in de bush. When your
ship come down you hoist little white flag, so Sam sure ob de
right ship. If Sam tink de coast am clear he swim off. If you no
see Sam when you get fifteen mile down de riber, den you anchor,
and at night send a boat ashore. Sam come down to it for
sure.'</p>

<p>"So de matter was arranged. De captain say he tree more days
fill up his ship, but dat no do for me come on board by daylight
because dere would be a pilot on board. Also he says little white
flag no do, pilot tink him strange, but would tell one ob de men
to hang a red shirt, as if to dry, up in de rigging. At night
would show two lights ober de bow for me to know which was de
ship.</p>

<p>"Fust dey bind up de wound on my shoulder, den dey gib me food
for four days and a bottle of rum, and den row me ashore. Den Sam
start, and before morning he hid in de swampy bush ten miles down
de riber. He wait dere two days, den make him way down anoder
four miles and dere stop. Late dat afternoon he see a ship come
down de riber wid a red shirt in de rigging. He go on and on, and
jus' as it got dark he anchor two miles furder down. Sam make his
way along through de bush and at last get facing de ship. At
twelve o'clock boat come along bery quiet. Sam go down and get
in. De men say, 'Hush, make no noise. De pilot am as watchful as
a cat. Dey had tied tings round de oars dat dey should make no
noise, and when dey get to de side ob de ship dey lay dem in very
quiet, hook on de tackle and hoist her up. De hatchway were off,
and de men beckon to Sam, and two ob dem go down wid him, and de
hatchways closed down again.</p>

<p>"'I tink we hab tricked him,' one ob de sailors said. 'Dere
great row at New Orleans about de four men found dead dar. Dey
come off and inquire ob de captain ober and ober again. Dey know
you missing, and dey find de kitchen poker lying by de men, and
tink you must have had a hand in it. A thousand dollars reward
have been offered, and dey searched de ship high and low, and
turn ober all de cargo. A guard stop on board till de last ting
to see no one come off. When de captain say he anchor de pilot
say no, but de captain say he in no hurry and not going to risk
his ship by sailing at night. Me tink pilot smell a rat, for
ebery time he hear a noise on deck he come out of his cabin and
look round. We greased de falls to make dem run quiet, and took
off our shoes so as to make no noise while we were lowering it.
De men on deck was told to get de hatchway open when dey saw us
coming, and so we hoped dat de pilot heard nufing. Now we must
head you up in a cask. We hab bored some holes in it for de air.
Den we shall pile oder casks on de top and leabe you. Dey are as
likely as not to search de ship again when she goes past de
forts, for de pilot will suspect dat it am possible dat you have
come on board tonight.'</p>

<p>"Me take my place in a big sugar cask. Dey give me some water
and some food, and den shut in de head ober me. Dere I remain two
days. I heard some men come below and make a great noise, moving
de cargo about near de hatchway, and dey hammered in all de casks
ob de top tier to see if any ob dem was empty. I felt bery glad
when it was all ober, and de hold was quiet again. I slept a
great deal and did not know anything about time; but at last I
heard a noise again, and de moving of casks, and den de head of
de hogshead was taken out, and dere were de sailors and de
captain. Dey shook Sam very hearty by de hand, and told him dat
de ship was safe out at sea, and dat he was a free man.</p>

<p>"All through dat voyage dey bery kind to Sam. He libed de life
ob a gentleman; ate, and drank, and smoke plenty, and nufing at
all to do. At last we got to Liberpool, and dar de captain take
Sam to a vessel bound to New York, pay him passage across, and
gib Sam a present ob fifty pound. Dis chile had saved fifty
beside, so he felt dat he was a rich man. Nufing happen on
passage, except great storm, and Sam thought dat de steamer go to
de bottom, but she got through all right, and Sam land at New
York. Den he journey to Philadelphia, dat the place where missy
give Sam a card wid a name and address written on it, for him to
go to ask where Sally was living. Well, sar, you could have
knocked me down when I find a great bill in de window, saying dat
de house were to let. Sam almost go out ob his mind. He ask a
great many people, de servants at de doors, and de people in de
shops and at last find dat de family am gone to trabel in Europe,
and dat dey might be away for years.</p>

<p>"For two months Sam searched about Philadelphia, and looked at
ebery black woman he saw in de streets. He could see no signs
whatsomeber ob Sally. Den he took a place as waiter at an hotel,
and he wrote to missy at Richmond, to ask if she know Sally's
address, but he neber got no answer to dat letter, and s'posed
that missy was either dead or gone away. After he work dere for
some months de idea came to Sam dat first class hotel wasn't de
best place in de world to look for black woman. Den Sam went to
warehouse and bought a lot of books and started to peddle them
trough de country. He walked thousands ob miles, and altogether
saw thousands ob black men, but nothing like Sally. Ebery black
woman he could he spoke to, and asked dem if dey knew her. It was
a curious ting dat no one did. Me did not find Sally, but me made
a good deal of money, and tree more years pass away at dis work.
By dis time me was nigh forty-five years old, as well as me could
tell. Ebery few months me go back to Philadelphia and search dere
again.</p>

<p>"One day a woman, dressed bery plain, came up to me and said,
'I hab been tole by my nurse dat you have been asking her if she
had seen your wife.' I s'pose I looked hopeful like for she said
at once, 'Me know nothing ob her, but I was interested about you.
You are an escaped slabe, are you not?'</p>

<p>"'Yes, ma'am,' me said. 'Dere is no law against me here.'</p>

<p>"'None at all,' she said. 'But I thought that you might, like
me, be interested in freeing slabes.'</p>

<p>"'Dat I am,' I said, 'dough I had neber thought much about
it.'</p>

<p>"'You hab heard, p'raps,' she said, 'ob de underground
railway.'</p>

<p>"'Yes, ma'am,' said I. 'Dat is de blessed 'stitution which
smuggles slaves across the frontier.'</p>

<p>"'Dat is it,' she said, 'and I belongs to it.'</p>

<p>"'Does you, missy?' me says. 'De Lord bless you.'</p>

<p>"'Now,' she said, 'we want two or three more earnest men, men
not afraid to risk deir libes, or what is worse deir freedom, to
help deir follow creatures. I thought that you, habing suffered
so much yourself, might be inclined to devote yourself to freeing
oders from de horrors of slabery.'</p>

<p>"'Sam is ready, ma'am,' me says, 'It may be dat de Lord neber
intends me see my Sally again, but if I can be de means ob
helping to get oder men to join deir wives I shall be
content.'</p>

<p>"'Very well,' she said. 'Come into my house now and we will
talk about it.'</p>

<p>"Den she 'splained the whole business to me. Dere were,
principally in lonely places, in swamps and woods, but sometimes
libing in villages and towns in de south, people who had devoted
deir libes to de carrying out of de purposes ob de underground
railway. For de most part dese led libes differing no way from
deir neighbors; dey tilled de land, or kept stores like oders,
and none of dose around dem suspected in de slightest degree deir
mission in de south. To deir houses at night fugitive slabes
would come, guided by dose from de next post. De fugitives would
be concealed for twenty-four hours or more, and den passed on at
night again to de next station. Dose formed the larger portion ob
de body.</p>

<p>"Dere were oders who lived a life in de swamps, scattered
trough the country. Deir place of residence would be known to de
slabes ob de neighborhood, but de masters had no suspicion dat de
emissaries ob de association were so near. To dese any negro,
driben to desperation by harsh treatment, would resort, and from
dem instructions would be received as to de route to be taken,
and de places where aid could be obtained. Dose people held deir
life in deir hands. Had any suspicion fallen upon dem ob
belonging to de 'stitution dey would be lynched for sartin. De
lady set before me all de dangers ob de venture. She said it war
a case whar dere were no money to be earned, and only de chances
of martyrdom. My mind quite made up. Me ready to undertake any
work dey like to give me. My life ob no value to no one. De next
day me saw some ob de oder people connected wid de affair, and
tree days afterwards I started for de south."</p>

<h1 align="CENTER"><a name="CHAPTER_XIV"></a>CHAPTER XIV: A
CHRISTIAN TOWN</h1>

<p>"My share ob de business was to make my way down south and
settle in de swamps ob Carolina. I war to be taken down by
trading schooner, to be landed on de coast, and to make my way to
a place in de center ob a big swamp whar an ole nigger, named
Joe, had been carrying on de work for four years. He had sent to
say dat he war bery ill wid de swamp fever and like to die, dat
he should not leabe de work as long as he libed, but hoped dat
dey would send anoder man out to take on his work after his
death.</p>

<p>"Well, sar, I was landed, and I made my way to de place. It
war no easy matter. De niggers all say dey know no such person,
but I found de next post, and dere de man guided me to de path
which led into de swamp. Dey told me dey thought de ole man dead,
for dat no one had come along to dem from him for nigh two month.
Well, sar, as I 'spected I found him dead, and I buried him, and
took up my place in de hut. Soon it became known through de
plantations round dat de hut was occupied again, and dey began to
come to me to ask for assistance. My <i>'</i>structions war dat
only to enable a husband to join his wife, or a wife her husband,
or in cases where de masters were uncommon cruel, dat I was to
send 'em along by de underground railway. De risks was too great
to be run often. If we had tried to help ebery one to 'scape we
should mighty soon hab been hunted down.</p>

<p>"Well, sar, I libed dere for three year. It was a lonesome
life. I planted a few yams round de hut, and de plantation hands
would bring me tings dat dey got hold of. It was my duty when I
found dat a case was ob de proper description to arrange for de
flight, de man or de woman would come to my hut, and I would
guide dem through de swamps, twenty-five mile away, to de house
ob a clergyman, which was de next station. I would jus' knock in
a 'ticular way at de door, and when dis was open leab de party
dere and go straight away back to de swamp. More dan once de
planters got up hunts and searched de swamp through and through
for me wid dogs, and my hut was twice burnt to de ground, but de
slabes always brought me notice in time, and I went away into de
tickest part ob de swamp and lay dar till dey had gone away.</p>

<p>"Well, sar, one time come, I bery busy, passed tree men away
in two week. One night me hear barking of dogs, and jump up jus'
in time to see party ob men coming out from de little path
towards de hut. I ran for de swamp. Dey fire at me and one ball
hit me. Den I ran in to de swamp, de dogs dey follow, but I get
farder and farder away, and de swamp get deeper, and me tink dey
lose me altogether. I sit quiet on <i>'</i>tump when I hear
someting splashing in swamp, and all of a sudden a big hound
sprang on me, and fix him teeth in my shoulder. I had no arms,
for in de hurry I had not time to catch dem up. De beast he growl
and bite, and hold on like death. I saw dere only one ting to do.
I tumble forward into de swamp wid de dog underneath me, and dere
I lay, wid my mouf sometimes above de water sometimes below, till
de dog was drowned.</p>

<p>"Den I start for de next station. I was hit in de hip, and it
took me tree days to crawl dat twenty-five miles. On de tird
ebening I knock at de door ob de house, and when it was open I
tumble down in faint inside. It war a long time before I come to
myself, two weeks dey tell me, and den I tink I dream, for
sitting by de side of de bed war dat woman Sally. Till she spoke,
me couldn't believe dat it war true, but she told me dat it war
her, sure enuf, and dat I war to ask no questions but to go off
to sleep.</p>

<p>"Next day she told me all about it. She had stopped a year at
Philadelphy. Den she heard ob de underground railway, and was
tole dat a clergyman, who war just going down south to work a
station, wanted a black nurse for his children, who would help in
de work. Sally she volunteer, and dar she had been libing eber
since, hoping all de time eider dat I should pass through dere or
dat she should hear from Philadelphy dat I had got dere. She used
to act as de guide ob de runaways to de next station, and ebery
man who came along she asked if they knew me; but, law bless you,
sar, de poor woman knew nufing ob places, or she would hab known
dat she war hundreds ob miles south of Virginia, and though she
allowed she had heard I had gone to Missouri, she s'posed dat de
way from der might be by de sea coast. I hab observed, sar, dat
de gography ob women am bery defective.</p>

<p>"I stopped thar till I was cured. The clergyman knew someting
of surgery, and he managed to substract the ball from my hip.
When I war quite well Sally and me started for the norf, whar we
had helped so many oders to go, and, bress de Lord, we arribed
dere safe. Den I told Sally dat I should like to libe under de
British flag, so we went up to Canada and dere we libed bery
comfortable for ten years together. Sally washed and I kep' a
barber's shop, and we made plenty ob money. Den she die, sar, de
tought come into my mind dat I would come back to Africa and
teach dose poor niggers here de ways ob de white men, and sar,"
and he pointed to a Bible standing on the chest, "de ways ob de
Lord. So I came across the Atlantic, and stopped a little while
on de coast, for I had pretty nigh forgotten de language ob de
country. When I got it back again I started up for dis place, wid
plenty ob goods and presents.</p>

<p>"I had hard work at fust to get de people to know me. It war
nigh forty year since I had gone away, but at last some ob de ole
people remember me, dat I was de son ob de chief. As I had plenty
goods, and dey did not like de man dat was here, dey made me
chief in my fader's place. I told dem dat I no accept de place
unless dey promise to behave bery well, to mind what I said to
dem, and to listen to my words; but dat if they do dat I gibe dem
plenty goods, I make dem comfortable and happy, and I teach dem
de way ob de Lord. Dey agree to all dis.</p>

<p>"I find de slave trade now all at an end, and dat de people
not fight often now. Still, de twenty muskets dat I bring make de
people of oder villages respec' us very much. Dey come ober to
see de village. Dey see dat de houses are comfortable, dat de
gardens are bery well cultivated, dat de people are well dressed,
not like common nigger, dat dey are happy and contented. Dey see
dat dey no believe in fetish any more, but dat ebery ebening when
de work is ober, dey gadder under de big tree and listen for half
an hour while I read to dem and den sing a hymn. Once a year I
send down to de coast and get up plenty cloth, and hoes for de
gardens, and eberyting dey want. When I land here ten year ago I
hab eight hundred pound. I got five hundred ob him left here
still. Dat more dan enuf to last Sam if he libe to be bery, bery
ole man. Dar are some good men in de village who, when I am gone,
will carry on de work ob de Lord and dat's all, sar, dat I hab to
tell you about Sam, and I am sure dat you must be very tired and
want to go to bed."</p>

<p>The hour was, indeed, for Africa, extremely late, but the time
had passed unheeded, so interested were the listeners in the
narrative of the fine old negro. They remained at the village for
a week, and were greatly pleased with the industrious habits and
happy appearance of the people, and with the earnestness and
fervor in which every evening, and twice on Sunday, they joined
in devotions under the great tree. At the end of that time they
said goodbye to their kind host, giving him a large amount of
cloth for distribution among his people. He was unable to furnish
them with bearers, as a considerable tract of uninhabited country
extended beyond his village, and the people on the other side
were on bad terms with his villagers, on account of an
outstanding feud which had existed long before his return from
America, and which he had in vain attempted to settle since he
assumed the headship of the village.</p>

<p>On approaching the Niger they again came upon an inhabited
country, but the tribes here being accustomed to trade with the
coast were friendly, and at the first large village they came to
no difficulty was experienced in obtaining a fresh relay of
bearers. This was a matter of great satisfaction, for the Fans
were regarded with extreme antipathy by the natives. As soon as
arrangements had been made to supply their place the Fans were
paid the four months' wages which they had earned. A large "dash"
of beads and other presents were bestowed upon them, three of the
remaining sacks of rice were given to them, and, greatly
rejoicing, they started for their own country, which, by making
long marches, they would regain in a fortnight's time. Although
it was not probable that they would meet with any enemies, six
trade muskets, with a supply of powder and ball, were given to
them, as, although they would not be able to do much execution
with these weapons, their possession would exercise a powerful
influence over any natives they might meet.</p>

<p>In crossing the country to the Niger the white men were the
objects of lively curiosity, and the exhibition of the magic
lantern, the chemical experiments, and conjuring tricks created
an effect equal to that which they had produced among the Fans.
On reaching the Niger a canoe was hired with a crew of rowers. In
this all the cases, filled with the objects they had collected,
were placed, the whole being put in charge of the Houssas, Moses
and King John, who had been seized with a fit of homesickness.
These were to deliver the cases to the charge of an English agent
at Lagos or Bonny, to both of whom Mr. Goodenough wrote
requesting him to pay the sum agreed to the boatmen on the safe
arrival of the cases, and also to pay the Houssas, who preferred
taking their wages there, as it was not considered advisable to
tempt the cupidity of any of the native princes along the river.
Should they be overhauled the Houssas were told to open the cases
and show that these contained nothing but birds' skins and
insects, which would be absolutely valueless in the eyes of a
native.</p>

<p>When the precious freight had fairly started, the party
crossed the Niger in a canoe, arrangements having already been
made with the potentate of a village on the opposite side for a
fresh relay of carriers, twenty men being now sufficient, owing
to the gaps which had been made in the provisions in the goods,
by the payment of the carriers and presents, and, in the cases,
by the despatch of eight of the largest of these to the coast.
They had still, however, ample space for the collections they
might still make. The cases of goods and provisions were utilized
for this purpose as they were emptied.</p>

<p>For another two months they journeyed on, halting frequently
and adding continually to their stores. The country was fairly
populated, and there was no difficulty in buying plantains and
fruit and in obtaining fresh sets of carriers through the
territories of each petty chief. They were now approaching the
Volta, when one day a native, covered with dust and bathed in
perspiration, came up to their camp, and throwing himself on the
ground before Mr. Goodenough poured out a stream of words.</p>

<p>"What does he say, Ostik?"</p>

<p>"Me not know, sar. P'r'aps Ugly Tom know. He been down near
Volta country."</p>

<p>Ugly Tom was called, and after a conversation with the native,
told Mr. Goodenough that he was a messenger from Abeokuta, that
the people there were threatened by an attack by the King of
Dahomey, and that they implored the white men, who they heard
were in the neighborhood, to come to their aid.</p>

<p>"What do you say, Frank?" Mr. Goodenough asked.</p>

<p>"I don't know anything about it, sir," Frank said. "I have
heard of Dahomey, of course, and its horrible customs, but I
don't know anything about Abeokuta."</p>

<p>"Abeokuta is a very singular town," Mr. Goodenough said. "Its
people were christianized many years ago, and have faithfully
retained the religion. The town lies not very far from Dahomey,
and this power, which has conquered and enslaved all its other
neighbors, has been unable to conquer Abeokuta, although it has
several times besieged it. The Dahomey people have every
advantage, being supplied with firearms, and even cannon, by the
rascally white traders at Whydah, the port of Dahomey.
Nevertheless, the Abeokuta people have opposed an heroic
resistance, and so far successfully. Of course they know that
every soul would be put to death did they fall into the hands of
the King of Dahomey; but negroes do not always fight well, even
under such circumstances, and every credit must be given to the
people of Abeokuta. What do you say? It will be a perilous
business, mind, for if Abeokuta is taken we shall assuredly be
put to death with the rest of the defenders."</p>

<p>"I think we ought to help them, sir," Frank said. "They must
be a noble people, and with our guns and the four Houssas we
might really be of material assistance. Of course there is a risk
in it, but we have risked our lives from fever, and in other
ways, every day since we've been in the country."</p>

<p>"Very well, my lad. I am glad that is your decision. Tell him,
Ugly Tom, that we will at once move towards Abeokuta with all
speed, and that they had better send out a party of carriers to
meet us, as you may be sure that these men will not go far when
they hear that the Dahomey people are on the warpath. Learn from
him exactly the road we must move by, as if our carriers desert
us we shall be detained till his people come up. How far is it to
Abeokuta?"</p>

<p>Ugly Tom learned from the native that it was about forty-five
miles.</p>

<p>"Very well," Mr. Goodenough said, "we shall march twenty this
afternoon. Where we halt they will most likely have heard the
rumors of the war, and I expect the carriers will go no farther,
so they must send out to that point."</p>

<p>The Houssa translated the message, and the native, saying, "I
shall be at Abeokuta tonight," kissed the hands of the white men
and started at a trot.</p>

<p>"Wonderful stamina some of these men have," Mr. Goodenough
said. "That man has come forty-five miles at full speed, and is
now going off again as fresh as when he started."</p>

<p>"What speed will he go at?" Frank asked.</p>

<p>"About six miles an hour. Of course he goes faster when he is
running, but he will sometimes break into a walk. Five miles an
hour may be taken as the ordinary pace of a native runner, but in
cases which they consider of importance, like the present, you
may calculate on six."</p>

<p>The camp was at once broken up, the carriers loaded, and they
started on their way. It was late in the evening when they
reached a village about twenty miles from their starting place.
They found the inhabitants in a great state of alarm. The news
had come that a great army was marching to attack Abeokuta, and
that the King of Dahomey had sworn on his father's skull that
this time the place should be captured, and not a house or a wall
left remaining. As Abeokuta was certain to make a strong
resistance, and to hold out for some time, the villagers feared
that the Dahomey people would be sending out parties to plunder
and carry away captives all over the surrounding country. The
panic at once extended to the bearers, who declared that they
would not go a foot farther. As their fears were natural, and Mr.
Goodenough was expecting a fresh relay from Abeokuta on the
following evening, he consented to their demand to be allowed to
leave immediately, and paying them their wages due, he allowed
them to depart at once on the return journey. The tent was soon
pitched and supper prepared, of fried plantains, rice, a tin of
sardines, and tea. Later on they had a cup of chocolate, and
turned in for the night.</p>

<p>In the morning they were awakened just at daybreak by great
talking.</p>

<p>"Men come for baggage, sar," Ugly Tom said, putting his head
in the tent door.</p>

<p>"They have lost no time about it, Frank," Mr. Goodenough
exclaimed. "It was midday yesterday when the messenger left us.
He had forty-five miles to run, and could not have been in till
pretty nearly eight o'clock, and these men must have started at
once."</p>

<p>There was no time lost. While the Houssas were pulling down
and packing up the tent Ostik prepared two bowls of chocolate
with biscuit soaked in it. By the time that this was eaten the
carriers had taken up their loads, and two minutes later the
whole party started almost at a trot. Ugly Tom soon explained the
cause of the haste. The army of Dahomey was, the evening before,
but eight miles from Abeokuta, and was expected to appear before
the town by midday, although, of course, it might be later, for
the movements of savage troops are uncertain in the extreme,
depending entirely upon the whims of their leader. So anxious
were the bearers to get back to the town in time, that they
frequently went at a trot. They were the better able to keep up
the speed as a larger number than were required had been sent.
Many of the cases, too, were light, consequently the men were
able to shift the heavy burdens from time to time. So great was
the speed, that after an hour both Mr. Goodenough and Frank,
weakened by the effect of fever and climate, could no longer keep
up. The various effects carried in the hammocks were hastily
taken out and lifted by men unprovided with loads. The white men
entered and were soon carried along at a brisk trot by the side
of the baggage. When they recovered from their exhaustion
sufficiently to observe what was going on, they could not help
admiring the manner in which the negroes, with perspiration
streaming from every pore, hurried along with their burdens. So
fast did they go, that in less than six hours they emerged from
the forest into the clearing, and a shout proclaimed that
Abeokuta was close at hand.</p>

<p>Ten minutes later the white men were carried through the gate,
their arrival being hailed with shouts of joy by the inhabitants.
They were carried in triumph to the principal building of the
town, a large hut where the general councils of the people were
held. Here they were received by the king and the leading
inhabitants, who thanked them warmly for coming to their
assistance in the time of their peril. The travelers were both
struck with the appearance of the people. They were clad with far
more decency and decorum than was usual among the negro tribes.
Their bearing was quiet and dignified. An air of neatness and
order pervaded everything, and it was clear that they were
greatly superior to the people around.</p>

<p>Mr. Goodenough expressed to the king the willingness with
which his friend and himself took part in the struggle of a brave
people against a cruel and bloodthirsty foe, and he said, that as
the four Houssas were also armed with fast firing guns he hoped
that their assistance would be of avail. He said that he would at
once examine the defences of the town and see if anything could
be done to strengthen them.</p>

<p>Accompanied by the king, Mr. Goodenough and Frank made a
detour of the walls. These were about a mile in circumference,
were built of clay, and were of considerable height and
thickness, but they were not calculated to resist an attack by
artillery. As, however, it was not probable that the Dahomey
people possessed much skill in the management of their cannon,
Mr. Goodenough had hopes that they should succeed in repelling
the assault. They learnt that a large store of provisions had
been brought into the town, and that many of the women and
children had been sent far away.</p>

<p>The spies presently came in and reported that there was no
movement on the part of the enemy, and that it was improbable
that they would advance before the next day. Mr. Goodenough was
unable to offer any suggestions for fresh defenses until they
knew upon which side the enemy would attack. He advised, however,
that the whole population should be set to work throwing up an
earthwork just outside each gate, in order to shelter these as
far as possible from the effect of the enemy's cannonballs.
Orders were at once given to this effect, and in an hour the
whole population were at work carrying earth in baskets and
piling it in front of the gates. In order to economize labor, and
to make the sides of the mounds as steep as possible, Mr.
Goodenough directed with brushwood, forming a sort of rough
wattle work. Not even when night set in did the people desist
from their labor, and by the following morning the gates were
protected from the effect of cannon shot, by mounds of earth
twenty feet high, which rose before them. The king had, when Mr.
Goodenough first suggested these defenses, pointed out that much
less earth would be required were it piled directly against the
gates. Mr. Goodenough replied, that certainly this was so, but
that it was essential to be able to open the gates to make a
sortie if necessary against the enemy, and although the king
shook his head, as if doubting the ability of his people to take
such a desperate step as that of attacking the enemy outside
their walls, he yielded to Mr. Goodenough's opinion.</p>

<h1 align="CENTER"><a name="CHAPTER_XV"></a>CHAPTER XV: THE
AMAZONS OF DAHOMET</h1>

<p>A spacious and comfortable hut was placed at the disposal of
the white men, with a small one adjoining for the Houssas. That
evening Frank asked Mr. Goodenough to tell him what he knew
concerning the people of Dahomey.</p>

<p>"The word Dahomey, or more properly Da-omi, means Da's belly.
Da was, two hundred and fifty years ago, the king of the city of
Abomey. It was attacked by Tacudona the chief of the Fois. It
resisted bravely, and Tacudona made a vow that if he took it he
would sacrifice the king to the gods. When he captured the town
he carried out his vow by ripping open the king, and then called
the place Daomi. Gradually the conquerors extended their power
until the kingdom reached to the very foot of the Atlas range,
obtaining a port by the conquest of Whydah. The King of Dahomey
is a despot, and even his nobility crawl on the ground in his
presence. The taxes are heavy, every article sold in the market
paying about one eighteenth to the royal exchequer. There are
besides many other taxes. Every slave is taxed, every article
that enters the kingdom. If a cock crow it is forfeited, and, as
it is the nature of cocks to crow, every bird in the kingdom is
muzzled. The property of every one who dies goes to the king; and
at the Annual Custom, a grand religious festival, every man has
to bring a present in proportion to his rank and wealth. The
royal pomp is kept up by receiving strangers who visit the
country with much state, and by regaling the populace with
spectacles of human sacrifices. The women stand high in Dahomey.
Among other negro nations they till the soil. In Dahomey they
fight as soldiers, and perform all the offices of men. Dahomey is
principally celebrated for its army of women, and its human
sacrifices. These last take place annually, or even more often.
Sometimes as many as a thousand captives are slain on these
occasions. In almost all the pagan nations of Africa human
sacrifices are perpetrated, just as they were by the Druids and
Egyptians of old. Nowhere, however, are they carried to such a
terrible extent as in Dahomey. Even Ashanti, where matters are
bad enough, is inferior in this respect. The victims are mostly
captives taken in war, and it is to keep up the supply necessary
for these wholesale sacrifices that Dahomey is constantly at war
with her neighbors."</p>

<p>"But are we going to fight against women, then?" Frank asked
horrified.</p>

<p>"Assuredly we are," Mr. Goodenough answered. "The Amazons, as
white men have christened the force, are the flower of the
Dahomey army, and fight with extraordinary bravery and
ferocity."</p>

<p>"But it will seem dreadful to fire at women!" Frank said.</p>

<p>"That is merely an idea of civilization, Frank. In countries
where women are dependent upon men, leaving to them the work of
providing for the family and home, while they employ themselves
in domestic duties and in brightening the lives of the men, they
are treated with respect. But as their work becomes rougher, so
does the position which they occupy in men's esteem fall. Among
the middle and upper classes throughout Europe a man is
considered a brute and a coward who lifts his hand against a
woman. Among the lower classes wife and woman beating is by no
means uncommon, nor is such an assault regarded with much more
reprobation than an attack upon a man. When women leave their
proper sphere and put themselves forward to do man's work they
must expect man's treatment; and the foolish women at home who
clamor for women's rights, that is to say, for an equality of
work, would, if they had their way, inflict enormous damage upon
their sex."</p>

<p>"Still," Frank said, "I shan't like having to fire at
women."</p>

<p>"You won't see much difference between women and men when the
fight begins, Frank. These female furies will slay all who fall
into their hands, and therefore in self defense you will have to
assist in slaying them."</p>

<p>The following day the sound of beating of drums and firing of
guns was heard, and soon afterwards the head of the army of
Dahomey was seen approaching. It moved with considerable order
and regularity.</p>

<p>"Those must be the Amazons," Mr. Goodenough said. "They are
proud of their drill and discipline. I do not think that any
other African troops could march so regularly and solidly."</p>

<p>The main body of the army now came in view, marching as a
loose and scattered mob. Then twelve objects were seen dragged by
oxen. These were the cannon of the besiegers.</p>

<p>"How many do you think there are?" Frank asked.</p>

<p>"It is very difficult to judge accurately," Mr. Goodenough
said. "But Dahomey is said to be able to put fifty thousand
fighting men and women in the field, that is to say her whole
adult population, except those too old to bear arms. I should
think that there are twenty or twenty-five thousand now in
sight."</p>

<p>The enemy approached within musket shot of the walls, and
numbers of them running up, discharged their muskets. The
Abeokuta people fired back; but Mr. Goodenough ordered the
Houssas on no account to fire, as he did not wish the enemy to
know the power of their rifles.</p>

<p>The first step of the besiegers was to cut down all the
plantations round the town and to erect great numbers of little
huts. A large central hut with several smaller ones surrounding
it was erected for the king and his principal nobles. The
Dahomans spread round the town and by the gesticulation and
pointing at the gates it was clear that the defenses raised to
cover these excited great surprise.</p>

<p>The wall was thick enough for men to walk along on the top,
but being built of clay it would withstand but little battering.
Mr. Goodenough set a large number of people to work, making sacks
from the rough cloth, of which there was an abundance in the
place. These were filled with earth and piled in the center of
the town ready for conveyance to any point threatened. He
likewise had a number of beams, used in construction of houses,
sharpened at one end; stakes of five or six feet long were also
prepared and sharpened at both ends. That day the enemy attempted
nothing against the town. The next morning the twelve cannon were
planted at a distance of about five hundred yards and opened fire
on the walls. The shooting was wild in the extreme; many of the
balls went over the place altogether; others topped the wall and
fell in the town; some hit the wall and buried themselves in the
clay.</p>

<p>"We will give them a lesson," Mr. Goodenough said, "in the
modern rifle. Frank, you take my double barrel rifle and I will
take the heavy, large bored one. Your Winchester will scarcely
make accurate firing at five hundred yards."</p>

<p>The Houssas were already on the wall, anxious to open fire.
Mr. Goodenough saw that their rifles were sighted to five hundred
yards. The cannon offered an easy mark. They were ranged along
side by side, surrounded by a crowd of negroes, who yelled and
danced each time a shot struck the wall.</p>

<p>"Now," Mr. Goodenough said to the Houssas, "fire steadily,
and, above all, fire straight. I want every shot to tell."</p>

<p>Mr. Goodenough gave the signal, and at once Frank and the
Houssas opened fire. The triumphant yells of the Dahomans at once
changed their character, and a cry of wrath and astonishment
broke from them. Steadily Mr. Goodenough and his party kept up
their fire. They could see that great execution was being done, a
large proportion of the shots telling. Many wounded were carried
to the rear, and black forms could be seen stretched everywhere
on the ground. Still the enemy's fire continued with unabated
vigor.</p>

<p>"They fight very pluckily," Frank said.</p>

<p>"They are plucky," Mr. Goodenough answered; "and as cowardice
is punished with death, and human life has scarcely any value
among them, they will be killed where they stand rather than
retreat."</p>

<p>For three or four hours the fight continued. Several officers,
evidently of authority, surrounded by groups of attendants, came
down to the guns; but as Frank and Mr. Goodenough always selected
these for their mark, and -- firing with their guns resting on
the parapet -- were able to make very accurate shooting, most of
them were killed within a few minutes of their arriving on the
spot.</p>

<p>At the end of four hours the firing ceased, and the Dahomans
retired from their guns. The Abeokuta people raised a cry of
triumph.</p>

<p>"I imagine they have only fallen back," Mr. Goodenough said,
"to give the guns time to cool."</p>

<p>While the cannonade had been going on a brisk attack had been
kept up on several other points of the wall, the enemy advancing
within fifty yards of this and firing their muskets, loaded with
heavy charges of slugs, at the defenders, who replied vigorously
to them. Their cannonade was not resumed that afternoon, the
Dahomans contenting themselves with skirmishing round the
walls.</p>

<p>"They are disappointed with the result of their fire," Mr.
Goodenough said. "No doubt they anticipated they should knock the
wall down without difficulty. You will see some change in their
tactics tomorrow."</p>

<p>That night Mr. Goodenough had a number of barrels of palm oil
carried on to the wall, with some of the great iron pots used for
boiling down the oil, and a supply of fuel.</p>

<p>"If they try to storm," he said, "it will most likely be at
the point which they have been firing at. The parapet is knocked
down in several places, and the defenders there would be more
exposed to their fire."</p>

<p>It was at this point, therefore, that the provision of oil was
placed. Mr. Goodenough ordered fires to be lighted under the
boilers an hour before daybreak, in order that all should be in
readiness in case an attack should be made the first thing in the
morning. The Abeokutans were in high spirits at the effect of the
fire of their white allies, and at the comparative failure of the
cannon, at whose power they had before been greatly alarmed. Soon
after daylight the Dahomans were seen gathering near the guns.
Their drums beat furiously, and presently they advanced in a
solid mass against the wall.</p>

<p>"They have got ladders," Mr. Goodenough said. "I can see
numbers of them carrying something."</p>

<p>The Houssas at once opened fire, and as the enemy approached
closer, first the Abeokutans who had muskets, then the great mass
with bows and arrows, began to fire upon the enemy, while these
answered with their musketry. The central body, however, advanced
without firing a shot, moving like the rest at a quick run.</p>

<p>Mr. Goodenough and. Frank were not firing now, as they were
devoting themselves to superintending the defence. Ostik kept
close to them, carrying Frank's Winchester carbine and a double
barreled shotgun.</p>

<p>"This is hot," Mr. Goodenough said, as the enemy's slugs and
bullets whizzed in a storm over the edge of the parapet, killing
many of the defenders, and rendering it difficult for the others
to take accurate aim. This, however, the Abeokutans did not try
to do. Stooping below the parapet, they fitted their arrows to
the string, or loaded their muskets, and then, standing up, fired
hastily at the approaching throng.</p>

<p>The walls were about twenty-five feet high inside, but the
parapet gave an additional height of some four feet outside. They
were about three feet thick at the top, and but a limited number
of men could take post there to oppose the storming party. Strong
bodies were placed farther along on the wall to make a rush to
sweep the enemy off should they gain a footing. Others were
posted below to attack them should they leap down into the town,
while men with muskets were on the roofs of the houses near the
walls, in readiness to open fire should the enemy get a footing
on the wall. The din was prodigious.</p>

<p>The Dahomans, having access to the sea coast, were armed
entirely with muskets, these being either cheap Birmingham trade
guns or old converted muskets, bought by traders for a song at
the sale of disused government stores. It is much to be regretted
that the various governments of Europe do not insist that their
old guns shall be used only as old iron. The price obtained for
them is so trifling as to be immaterial, and the great proportion
of them find their way to Africa to be used in the constant wars
that are waged there, and to enable rich and powerful tribes to
enslave and destroy their weaker neighbors. The Africans use very
much heavier charges of powder than those in used in civilized
nations, ramming down a handful of slugs, of half a dozen small
bullets, upon the powder. This does not conduce to good shooting,
but the noise made is prodigious. The Abeokutans, on the other
hand, were principally armed with bows and arrows, as, having no
direct access to the sea coast, it was difficult for them to
procure guns.</p>

<p>The Dahomans poured up in a mass to the foot of the wall, and
then a score of rough ladders, constructed of bamboo, and each
four feet wide, were placed against the walls. Directly the point
to be attacked was indicated, Mr. Goodenough had distributed his
cauldrons of boiling oil along the walls, and had set men to work
to pierce holes through the parapet at distances of a couple of
feet apart, and at a height of six inches from the ground. A line
of men with long spears wore told to lie down upon the ground,
and to thrust through the holes at those climbing the ladders.
Another line of holes was pierced two feet higher, through which
those armed with muskets and bows were to fire, for when the
enemy reached the foot of the walls their fire was so heavy that
it was impossible to return it over the top of the parapet.</p>

<p>Immediately the ladders were placed, men with ladles began to
throw the boiling oil over the parapet. Shrieks and yells from
below at once testified to its effect, but it was only just where
the cauldrons were placed that the besiegers were prevented by
this means from mounting the ladders, and even here many, in
spite of the agony of their burns, climbed desperately
upward.</p>

<p>When they neared the top the fight began in earnest. Those
without were now obliged to cease firing, and the besieged were
able to stand up and with sword and spear defend their position.
The breech loaders of Mr. Goodenough and the Houssas and Frank's
repeating carbine now came into play. The Dahomans fought with
extraordinary bravery, hundreds fell shot or cut down from above
or pierced by the spears and arrows through the holes in the
parapet. Fresh swarms of assailants took their places on the
ladders. The drums kept up a ceaseless rattle, and the yells of
the mass of negroes standing inactive were deafening. Their
efforts, however, were in vain. Never did the Amazons fight with
more reckless bravery; but the position was too strong for them,
and at last, after upwards of a thousand of the assailants had
fallen, the attack was given up, and the Dahomans retired from
the wall followed by the exulting shouts of the men of
Abeokuta.</p>

<p>The loss of the defenders was small. Some ten or twelve had
been killed with slugs. Three or four times that number were more
or less severely wounded about the head or shoulders with the
same missiles. Frank had a nasty cut on the cheek, and Firewater
and Bacon were both streaming with blood.</p>

<p>There was no chance of a renewal of the attack that day.
Sentries were placed on the walls, and a grand thanksgiving
service was held in the open space in the center of the town
which the whole populace attended.</p>

<p>"What will be their next move, do you think?" Frank asked Mr.
Goodenough.</p>

<p>"I cannot say," Mr. Goodenough said; "but these people know
something of warfare, and finding that they cannot carry the
place by assault, I think you will find that they will try some
more cautious move next time."</p>

<p>For two days there was no renewal of the attack. At Mr.
Goodenough's suggestion the Abeokutans on the wall shouted out
that the Dahomans might come and carry off their dead, as he
feared that a pestilence might arise from so great a number of
decomposing bodies at the foot of the wall. The Dahomans paid no
attention to the request, and, at Mr. Goodenough's suggestion, on
the second day the whole populace set to work carrying earth in
baskets to the top of the wall, and throwing this over so as to
cover the mass of bodies at its foot. As to those lying farther
off nothing could be done. On the third morning it was seen that
during the night a large number of sacks had been piled in a line
upon the ground, two hundred yards away from the wall. The pile
was eight feet in height and some fifty yards long.</p>

<p>"I thought they were up to something," Mr. Goodenough said.
"They have been sending back to Dahomey for sacks."</p>

<p>In a short time the enemy brought up their cannon, behind the
shelter of the sacks, regardless of the execution done by the
rifles of Mr. Goodenough's party during the movement. The place
chosen was two or three hundred yards to the left of that on
which the former attack had been made. Then a swarm of men set to
work removing some of the sacks, and in a short time twelve rough
embrasures were made just wide enough for the muzzles of the
guns, the sacks removed being piled on the others, raising them
to the height of ten feet and sheltering the men behind
completely from the fire from the walls.</p>

<p>"They will make a breach now," Mr. Goodenough said. "We must
prepare to receive them inside."</p>

<p>The populace were at once set to work digging holes and
securely planting the beams already prepared in a semicircle a
hundred feet across, behind the wall facing the battery. The
beams when fixed projected eight feet above the ground, the
spaces between being filled with bamboos twisted in and out
between them. Earth was thrown up behind to the height of four
foot for the defenders to stand upon. The space between the
stockade and the wall was filled with sharp pointed bamboos and
stakes stuck firmly in the ground with their points projecting
outwards. All day the townspeople labored at these defenses,
while the wall crumbled fast under the fire of the Dahomey
artillery, every shot of which, at so short a distance, struck it
heavily. By five in the afternoon a great gap, fifty feet wide,
was made in the walls, and the army of Dahomey again gathered for
the assault. Mr. Goodenough with two of the Houssas took his
place on the wall on one side of the gap, Frank with the other
two faced him across the chasm. A large number of the Abeokuta
warriors also lined the walls, while the rest gathered on the
stockade.</p>

<p>With the usual tumult of drumming and yells the Dahomans
rushed to the assault. The fire from the walls did not check the
onset in the slightest, and with yells of anticipated victory
they swarmed over the breach. A cry of astonishment broke from
them as they saw the formidable defense within, the fire of whose
defenders was concentrated upon them. Then, with scarce a pause,
they leaped down and strove to remove the obstructions.
Regardless of the fire poured upon them they hewed away at the
sharp stakes, or strove to pull them up with their hands. The
riflemen on the walls directed their fire now exclusively upon
the leaders of the column, the breech loaders doing immense
execution, and soon the Dahomans in their efforts to advance had
to climb over lines of dead in their front. For half an hour the
struggle continued, and then the Dahomans lost heart and retired,
leaving fifteen hundred of their number piled deep in the space
between the breach and the stockade.</p>

<p>"This is horrible work," Frank said when he rejoined Mr.
Goodenough.</p>

<p>"Horrible, Frank; but there is at least the consolation that
by this fearful slaughter of their bravest warriors we are
crippling the power of Dahomey as a curse and a scourge to its
neighbors. After this crushing repulse the Abeokutans may hope
that many years will elapse before they are again attacked by
their savage neighbors, and the lessons which they have now
learned in defense will enable them to make as good a stand on
another occasion as they have done now."</p>

<p>"Do you think the attack will be renewed?"</p>

<p>"I should hardly think so. The flower of their army must have
fallen, and the Amazon guard must have almost ceased to exist. I
told you, Frank, you would soon get over your repugnance to
firing at women."</p>

<p>"I did not think anything about women," Frank said. "We seemed
to be fighting a body of demons with their wild screams and
yells. Indeed, I could scarce distinguish the men from the
women."</p>

<p>A strong guard was placed at night at the stockade, and Mr.
Goodenough and Frank lay down close at hand in case the assault
should be renewed. At daybreak the sound of a cannon caused them
to start to their feet.</p>

<p>"They are not satisfied yet," Mr. Goodenough exclaimed,
hurrying to the wall. In the night the Dahomans had either with
sacks or earth raised their cannon some six feet, so that they
were able to fire over the mound caused by the fallen wall at the
stockade behind it, at which they were now directing their
fire.</p>

<p>"Now for the sacks," Mr. Goodenough said. Running down, he
directed the sacks laden with earth, to whose necks ropes had
been attached, to be brought up. Five hundred willing hands
seized them, and they were lowered in front of the center of the
stockade, which was alone exposed to the enemy's fire, until they
hung two deep over the whole face. As fast as one bag was injured
by a shot it was drawn up and another lowered to its place. In
the meantime the rifles from the walls had again opened fire, and
as the gunners were now more exposed their shots did considerable
execution. Seeing the uselessness of their efforts the Dahomans
gradually slackened their fire.</p>

<p>When night came Mr. Goodenough gathered two hundred of the
best troops of Abeokuta. He caused plugs to be made corresponding
to the size of the various cannonballs which were picked up
within the stockade, which varied from six to eighteen
pounders.</p>

<p>About midnight the gate nearest to the breach was thrown open,
and the party sallied out and made their way towards the enemy's
battery. The Dahomans had placed sentries in front facing the
breach, but anticipating no attack in any other direction had
left the flanks unguarded. Mr. Goodenough had enjoined the
strictest silence on his followers, and their approach was
unobserved until they swept round into the battery. Large numbers
of the enemy were lying asleep here, but these, taken by
surprise, could offer no resistance, and were cut down or driven
away instantly by the assailants.</p>

<p>Mr. Goodenough and Frank, with a party who had been told off
specially for the purpose, at once set to work at the cannon.
These were filled nearly to the muzzle with powder, and the plugs
were driven with mallets tight into the muzzles. Slow matches,
composed of strips of calico dipped in saltpetre, were placed in
the touch holes. Then the word was given, and the whole party
fell back to the gate just as the Dahomans in great numbers came
running up. In less than a minute after leaving the battery
twelve tremendous reports, following closely one upon another
were heard. The cannon were blown into fragments, killing numbers
of the Dahomey men who had just crowded into the battery.</p>

<h1 align="CENTER"><a name="CHAPTER_XVI"></a>CHAPTER XVI:
CAPTIVES IN COOMASSIE</h1>

<p>Upon the morning following the successful sortie not an enemy
could be seen from the walls. Swift runners were sent out, and
these returned in two hours with news that the enemy were in full
retreat towards their capital. The people of Abeokuta were half
wild with exultation and joy, and their gratitude to their white
allies was unbounded. Mr. Goodenough begged them not to lose an
hour in burying their slain enemies, and the entire population
were engaged for the two following days upon this necessary but
revolting duty. The dead were counted as they were placed in the
great pits dug for their reception, and it was found that no
fewer than three thousand of the enemy had fallen.</p>

<p>Mr. Goodenough also advised the Abeokutans to erect flanking
towers at short intervals round their walls, to dig a moat twenty
feet wide and eight deep at a few yards from their foot, and to
turn into it the water from the river in order that any future
attack might be more easily repelled.</p>

<p>The inhabitants were poor, but they would willingly have
presented all their treasures to their white allies. Mr.
Goodenough, however, would accept nothing save a few specimens of
native cloth exquisitely woven from the inner barks of the trees,
and some other specimens of choice native workmanship. He also
begged them to send down to the coast by the first opportunity
the cases of specimens which had been collected since the
departure of the Fans.</p>

<p>A violent attack of fever, brought on by their exertions in
the sun, prostrated both the white travelers a few days after the
termination of the siege, and it was some weeks before they were
able to renew their journey. Their intention was to ascend the
river for some distance, to move westward into upper Ashanti, and
then to make their way to Coomassie, whence they would journey
down to Cape Coast and there take ship for England. As soon as
they were able to travel they took leave of their friends at
Abeokuta, who furnished them with carriers for their cases and
hammock bearers for their journey as far as the Volta. This
lasted for a fortnight through an open and fertile country. Then
they crossed the river and entered Ashanti, the great rival
empire of Dahomey. As Ashanti was at peace with England they had
now no fear of molestation on their journey.</p>

<p>Ashanti consisted of five or six kingdoms, all of which had
been conquered, and were tributary to it. The empire of Ashanti
was separated by the river Prah from the country of the Fantis,
who lived under British protection. The people drew their
supplies from various points on the coast, principally, however,
through Elmina, a Dutch settlement, five miles to the west of
Cape Coast. The Ashantis could not be called peaceable neighbors.
They, like the Dahomans, delighted in human sacrifices upon a
grand scale, and to carry these out captives must be taken.
Consequently every four or five years, on some pretext or other,
they cross the Prah, destroyed the villages, dragged away the
people to slavery or death, and carried fire and sword up to the
very walls of the English fort at Cape Coast. Sometimes the
English confined themselves to remonstrance, sometimes fought,
not always successfully, as upon one occasion Sir Charles
Macarthy, the governor, with a West Indian regiment was utterly
defeated, the governor himself and all his white officers, except
three, being killed.</p>

<p>In 1828 we aided the Fantis to defeat the Ashantis in a
decisive battle, the consequence of which was the signature of a
treaty, by which the King of Ashanti recognized the independence
of all the Fanti tribes. In 1844, and again in 1852, a regular
protectorate was arranged between the British and the Fantis, the
former undertaking to protect them from enemies beyond the
borders, and in turn exercising an authority over the Fantis,
forbidding them to make war with each other, and imposing a
nominal tribute upon them.</p>

<p>In 1853 the Ashantis again crossed the Prah, but, being met
with firmness, retired again. After ten years' quiet, in 1863
they again invaded the country, burnt thirty villages, and
slaughtered their inhabitants. Governor Price then urged upon the
home authorities the necessity for the sending out from England
of two thousand troops to aid the native army in striking a heavy
blow at the Ashantis, and so putting a stop to this constant
aggression. The English government, however, refused to entertain
the proposal. In order to encourage the natives some companies of
West Indian troops were marched up to the Prah. The wet season
set in, and, after suffering terribly from sickness, the
survivors returned five months later to Cape Coast.</p>

<p>Up to this period the Dutch trading ports and forts upon the
coast were interspersed with ours, and as the tribes in their
neighborhood were under Dutch protection constant troubles were
arising between the Dutch tribes and our own, and in 1867 an
exchange was effected, the Dutch ceding all their forts and
territory east of the Sweet river, a small stream which falls
into the sea midway between Cape Coast and Elmina, while we gave
up all our forts to the west of this stream. Similarly the
protectorate of the tribes inland up to the boundary of the
Ashanti kingdom changed hands. The natives were not consulted as
to this treaty, and some of those formerly under British
protection, especially the natives of Commendah, refused to
accept the transfer, and beat off with loss the Dutch troops who
attempted to land. The Dutch men of war bombarded and destroyed
Commendah.</p>

<p>This step was the commencement of fresh troubles between the
Ashantis and the English. The Commendah people were Fantis, and
as such the implacable enemies of the Elmina people, who had
under Dutch protection been always allies of the Ashantis, and
had been mainly instrumental in supplying them with arms and
ammunition. The Fantis, regarding the Elmina natives and the
Dutch as one power, retaliated for the destruction of Commendah
by invading the territory of the Elmina tribe, destroying their
villages and blockading the Dutch in their port. Another reason
for this attack upon the Elminas was that an Ashanti general,
named Atjempon, had marched with several hundred men through the
Fanti country, burning, destroying, and slaying as usual, and had
taken refuge with his men in Elmina. From this time the desultory
war between the Elminas and their Ashanti allies, and the Fantis
of the neighborhood had never ceased. Our influence over our
allies was but small, for we in vain endeavored to persuade them
to give up the invasion of Elmina. We even cut off the supplies
of powder and arms to the Fantis, whose loyalty to our rule was
thereby much shaken.</p>

<p>All these troubles induced the Dutch to come to the decision
to withdraw altogether, and they accordingly offered to transfer
all their possessions to us. The English government determined
not to accept the transfer if it should lead to troubles with the
natives, and as a first step required that the Ashanti force
should leave Elmina. In 1870 the King of Ashanti wrote to us
claiming Elmina as his, and protesting against its being handed
over to us. According to native ideas the king of Ashanti's claim
was a just one. The land upon which all the forts, English,
Dutch, Danish, and French, were built had been originally
acquired from the native chiefs at a fixed annual tribute, or as
we regarded it as rent, or as an annual present in return for
friendly relations. By the native customs he who conquers a chief
entitled to such a payment becomes the heir of that payment, and
one time the King of Ashanti upon the strength of his conquest of
the Fantis set up a claim of proprietorship over Cape Coast and
the other British forts.</p>

<p>Of a similar nature was the claim of the Ashantis upon Elmina.
The Dutch had paid eighty pounds a year, as they asserted, as a
present, and they proved conclusively that they had never
regarded the King of Ashanti as having sovereignty over their
forts, and that he had never advanced such a claim. They now
arrested Atjempon, and refused to pay a further sum to the King
of Ashanti until he withdrew his claim. In order to settle
matters amicably they sent an envoy to Coomassie with presents
for the king, and obtained from him a repudiation of his former
letter, and a solemn acknowledgment that the money was not paid
as a tribute. The king sent down two ambassadors to Elmina, who
solemnly ratified this declaration.</p>

<p>The transfer was then effected. We purchased from the Dutch
their forts and stores, but the people of Elmina were told that
we should not take possession of the place except with their
consent; but it was pointed out to them that if they refused to
accept our protection they would be exposed as before to the
hostility of the Fantis. They agreed to accept our offer, and on
the 4th of April, 1872, a grand council was hold, the king and
chiefs of Elmina announced the agreement of their people to the
transfer, and we took possession of Elmina, Atjempon and the
Ashantis returning to their own country.</p>

<p>Upon the transfer taking place, Mr. Pope Hennessey, the
governor of the colony, sent to the King of Ashanti saying that
the English desired peace and friendship with the natives, and
would give an annual present, double that which he had received
from the Dutch. At the same time negotiations were going on with
the king for the free passage of Ashanti traders to the coast,
and for the release of four Germans who had been carried off ten
years before by Aboo Boffoo, one of the king's generals, from
their mission station on British territory near the Volta. The
king wrote saying that Aboo Boffoo would not give them up without
a ransom of eighteen hundred ounces of gold, and protracted
negotiations went on concerning the payments of these sums.</p>

<p>At the time when Mr. Goodenough and Frank had landed on the
Gaboon, early in 1872, nothing was known of any anticipated
troubles with Ashanti. The negotiations between the English and
the Dutch were in progress, but they had heard that the English
would not take over Elmina without the consent of the
inhabitants, and that they would be willing to increase the
payment made by the Dutch to the king of Ashanti. It was known
too that efforts would be made to settle all points of difference
with the king; and as at Abeokuta they received news that the
negotiations were going on satisfactorily, and that there was no
prospect whatever of trouble, they did not hesitate to carry out
the plans they had formed.</p>

<p>Before crossing the Volta, they sent across to inquire of the
chief of the town there whether two English travelers would be
allowed to pass through Ashanti, and were delayed for a fortnight
until a messenger was sent to Coomassie and returned with a
letter, saying that the king would be glad to see white men at
his capital. With this assurance they crossed the stream. They
were received in state by the chief, who at once provided them
with the necessary carriers, and with them a guard, which he said
would prevent any trouble on their way. On the following day they
started, and after arriving, at the end of a day's journey, at a
village, prepared to stop as usual for a day or two to add to
their collection. The officer of the guard, however, explained to
them through Bacon, who spoke the Ashanti language, that his
instructions were, that they were to go straight through to
Coomassie. In vain Mr. Goodenough protested that this would
entirely defeat the object of his journey. The officer was firm.
His orders were that they were to travel straight to Coomassie,
and if he failed in carrying these out, his head would assuredly
be forfeited.</p>

<p>"This is serious, Frank," Mr. Goodenough said. "If this fellow
has not blundered about his orders, it is clear that we are
prisoners. However, it may be that the king merely gave a
direction that we should be escorted to the capital, having no
idea that we should want to loiter upon the way."</p>

<p>They now proceeded steadily forward, making long day's
marches. The officer in command of the guard was most civil,
obtaining for them an abundance of provisions at the villages at
which they stopped, and as Frank and his companion were both
weakened by fever he enlisted sufficient hammock bearers for
them, taking fresh relays from each village. He would not hear of
their paying either for provisions or bearers, saying that they
were the king's guests, and it would be an insult to him were
they to pay for anything.</p>

<p>Ten days after starting from the Volta they entered Coomassie.
This town lay on rising ground, surrounded by a deep marsh of
from forty to a hundred yards wide. A messenger had been sent on
in front to announce their coming, and after crossing the marsh
they passed under a great fetish, or spell, consisting of a dead
sheep wrapped up in red silk and suspended from two poles.</p>

<p>Mr. Goodenough and Frank took their places at the head of the
little procession. On entering the town they were met by a crowd
of at least five thousand people, for the most part warriors, who
fired their guns, shouted, and yelled. Horns, drums, rattles, and
gongs added to the appalling noise. Men with flags performed wild
dances, in which the warriors joined. The dress of the captains
consisted of war caps with gilded rams' horns projecting in
front, and immense plumes of eagles' feathers on each side. Their
vest was of red cloth, covered with fetishes and charms in cases
of gold, silver, and embroidery. These were interspersed with the
horns and tails of animals, small brass bells, and shells. They
wore loose cotton trousers, with great boots of dull red leather
coming halfway up to the thigh, and fastened by small chains to
their waist belts, also ornamented with bells, horse tails,
strings of amulets, and strips of colored leather. Long leopards'
tails hung down their backs.</p>

<p>Through this crowd the party moved forward slowly, the throng
thickening at every step. They were escorted to a house which
they were told was set aside for their use, and that they would
be allowed to see the king on the following day. The houses
differed entirely from anything which they had before seen in
Africa. They were built of red clay, plastered perfectly smooth.
There were no windows or openings on the exterior, but the door
led into an open courtyard of some twelve feet in diameter. On
each side of this was a sort of alcove, built up of clay, about
three feet from the ground. This formed a couch or seat, some
eight feet long by three feet high, with a thatched roof
projecting so as to prevent the rain beating into the alcove.
Beyond were one or more similar courts in proportion to the size
of the house. A sheep and a quantity of vegetables and fruits
were sent in in the course of the day, but they were told not to
show themselves in the streets until they had seen the king.</p>

<p>"We shall be expected to make his majesty a handsome present,"
Mr. Goodenough said, "and, unfortunately, our stores were not
intended for so great a potentate. I will give him my double
barreled rifle and your Winchester, Frank. I do not suppose he
has seen such an arm. We had better get them cleaned up and
polished so as to look as handsome as possible."</p>

<p>In the morning one of the captains came and said that the king
was in readiness to receive them, and they made their way through
a vast crowd to the marketplace, an open area, nearly half a mile
in extent. The sun was shining brightly, and the scene was a
brilliant one. The king, his Caboceers or great tributaries, his
captains, and officers were seated under a vast number of huge
umbrellas, some of them fifteen feet across. These were of
scarlet, yellow, and other showy colors in silks and cloths, with
fantastically scalloped and fringed valences. They were
surmounted with crescents, birds, elephants, barrels, and swords
of gold, and on some were couched stuffed animals. Innumerable
smaller umbrellas of striped stuff were borne by the crowd, and
all these were waved up and down, while a vast number of flutes,
horns and other musical instruments sounded in the air. All the
principal people wore robes woven of foreign silk, which had been
unraveled for working into native patterns. All had golden
necklaces and bracelets, in many cases so heavy that the arms of
the bearers were supported on boys' heads. The whole crowd, many
thousands in number, shone with gold, silver, and bright
colors.</p>

<p>The king received them with dignity, and expressed his
satisfaction at seeing them, his speech being interpreted by one
of his attendants, who spoke English. Mr. Goodenough replied that
they had very great pleasure in visiting the court of his
majesty, that they had already been traveling for many months in
Africa, having started from the Gaboon and traveled through many
tribes, but had they had any idea of visiting so great a king
they would have provided themselves with presents fit for his
acceptance. But they were simple travelers, catching the birds,
beasts, and insects of the country, to take home with them to
show to the people in England. The only things which they could
offer him were a double barreled breech loading rifle of the best
English construction, and a little gun, which would fire sixteen
times without loading.</p>

<p>The king examined the pieces with great attention, and, at his
request, Mr. Goodenough fired off the whole contents of the
magazine of the repeating rifle, whose action caused the greatest
astonishment to the assembled chiefs. The king then intimated his
acceptance of the presents, and said that he would speak farther
with them on a future occasion. He informed them that they were
free to move about in the town where they wished, and that the
greatest respect would be shown to them by the people. There was
a fresh outburst of wild music, and they were then conducted back
to their house.</p>

<p>After the assembly had dispersed the two Englishmen walked
about through the town. It was not of great extent, but the
streets were broad and well kept. Many of the houses were much
larger than that allotted to them, but all were built on the same
plan. It was evident that the great mass of the population they
saw about must live in villages scattered around, the town being
wholly insufficient to contain them.</p>

<p>Three days afterwards they were told that the king wished to
see them in his palace. This was a large building situated at the
extremity of the town. It was constructed of stone, and was
evidently built from European designs. It was square, with a flat
roof and embattled parapet. They were conducted through the
gateway into a large courtyard, and then into a hall where the
king sat upon a raised throne. Attendants stood round fanning
him.</p>

<p>"Why," he asked abruptly as they took their places before him,
"do the English take my town of Elmina?"</p>

<p>Mr. Goodenough explained that he had been nine months absent
from the coast, and that having come straight out from England he
was altogether unaware of what had happened at Elmina.</p>

<p>"Elmina is mine," the king said. "The Dutch, who were my
tributaries, had no right to hand it over to the English."</p>

<p>"But I understood, your majesty, that the English were ready
to pay an annual sum, even larger than that which the Dutch have
contributed."</p>

<p>"I do not want money," the king said. "I have gold in plenty.
There are places in my dominions where ten men in a day can wash
a thousand ounces. I want Elmina, I want to trade with the
coast."</p>

<p>"But the English will give your majesty every facility for
trade."</p>

<p>"But suppose we quarrel," the king said, "they can stop powder
and guns from coming up. If Elmina were mine I could bring up
guns and powder at all times."</p>

<p>"Your majesty would be no better off," Mr. Goodenough said;
"for the English in case of war could stop supplies from
entering."</p>

<p>"My people will drive them into the sea," the king said. "We
have been troubled with them too long. They can make guns, but
they cannot fight. My people will eat them up. We fought them
before; and see," he said pointing to a great drum, from the edge
of which hung a dozen human skulls, "the heads of the White men
serve to make a fetish for me."</p>

<p>He then waved his hand to signify that the audience was
terminated.</p>

<p>"Things look bad, Frank," Mr. Goodenough said as they walked
towards their home. "I fear that the king is determined upon war,
and if so our lives are not worth a month's purchase."</p>

<p>"It can't be helped," Frank said as cheerfully as he could.
"We must make the best of it. Perhaps something may occur to
improve our position."</p>

<p>The next day the four German missionaries, who had so long
been kept captive, called upon them, and they obtained a full
insight into the position. This seemed more hopeful than the
king's words had given them to expect. The missionaries said that
negotiations were going on for their release, and that they
expected very shortly to be sent down to Cape Coast. So far as
they knew everything was being done by the English to satisfy the
king, and they looked upon the establishment of peace as certain.
They described the horrible rites and sacrifices which they had
been compelled to witness, and said that at least three thousand
persons were slaughtered annually in Coomassie.</p>

<p>"You noticed," one of them said, "the great tree in the
marketplace under which the king sat. That is the great fetish
tree. A great many victims are sacrificed in the palace itself,
but the wholesale slaughters take place there. The high brushwood
comes up to within twenty yards of it, and if you turn in there
you will see thousands of dead bodies or their remains putrefying
together."</p>

<p>"I thought I felt a horribly offensive smell as I was talking
to the king," Frank said shuddering. "What monsters these people
must be! Who would have thought that all that show of gold and
silver and silks and bright colors covered such horrible
barbarism!"</p>

<p>After chatting for some time longer, and offering to do
anything in their power to assist the captives, the Germans took
their leave.</p>

<h1 align="CENTER"><a name="CHAPTER_XVII"></a>CHAPTER XVII: THE
INVASION OF FANTI LAND</h1>

<p>The following morning Mr. Goodenough and Frank were called to
the door by the noise of a passing crowd, and to their horror saw
a man being taken to sacrifice. He was preceded by men beating
drums, his hands were pinioned behind him. A sharp thin knife was
passed through his cheeks, to which his lips were noozed like the
figure 8. One ear was cut off and carried before him, the other
hung to his head by a small piece of skin. There were several
gashes in his back, and a knife was thrust under each shoulder
blade. He was led by a cord passed through a hole bored in his
nose. Frank ran horror stricken back into the house, and sat for
a while with his hand over his eyes as if to shut out the ghastly
spectacle.</p>

<p>"Mr. Goodenough," he said presently, "if we are to be killed,
at least let us die fighting to the last, and blow out our own
brains with the last shots we have left. I don't think I'm afraid
of being killed, but to be tortured like that would be
horrible."</p>

<p>The next day a message was brought them that their retaining
private guards was an insult to the king, and that the Houssas
must remove to another part of the town. Resistance was evidently
useless. Mr. Goodenough called his four men together and told
them what had happened.</p>

<p>"I am sorry I have brought you into this plight, my poor
fellows," he said. "There are now but two things open to you. You
can either volunteer to join the king's army and then try to make
your escape as an opportunity may offer, or slip away at once.
You are accustomed to the woods, and in native costume might pass
without notice. You can all swim, and it matters not where you
strike the Prah. If you travel at night and lie in the woods by
day you should be able to get through. At any rate you know that
if you try to escape and are caught you will be killed. If you
stop here it is possible that no harm may happen to you, but on
the other hand you may at any moment be led out to sacrifice. Do
not tell me your decision; I shall be questioned, and would
rather be able to say that I was ignorant that you intended to
escape. There is one other thing to settle. There is a long
arrear of pay due to you for your good and faithful service. It
would be useless for me to pay you now, as the money might be
found on you and taken away, and if you should be killed it would
be lost to your friends. I have written here four orders on my
banker in England, which the agents down at Cape Coast will
readily cash for you. Each order is for twice the sum due to you.
As you have come into such great danger in my service, and have
behaved so faithfully, it is right that you should be well
rewarded. Give me the names of your wives or relatives whom you
wish to have the money. Should any of you fall and escape, I
will, on my arrival at Cape Coast, send money, double the amount
I have written here, to them."</p>

<p>The men expressed themselves warmly grateful for Mr.
Goodenough's kindness, gave him the names and addresses of their
wives, and then, with tears in their eyes, took their leave.</p>

<p>"Now, Ostik, what do you say?" Mr. Goodenough asked, turning
to him.</p>

<p>"I stay here, sar," Ostik said. "Houssas fighting men, creep
through wood, crawl on stomach. Dey get through sure enough.
Ostik stay with massa. If dey kill massa dey kill Ostik. Ostik
take chance."</p>

<p>"Very well, Ostik, if we get through safe together you shall
not have reason to regret your fidelity. Now, Frank, I think it
would be a good thing if you were to spend some hours every day
in trying to pick up as much of the language here as you can. You
are quick at it, and were able to make yourself understood by our
bearers far better than I could do. You already know a great many
words in four or five of these dialects. They are all related to
each other, and with what you know you would in a couple of
months be able to get along very well in Ashanti. It will help to
pass your time and to occupy your mind. There will be no
difficulty in finding men here who have worked down on the coast
and know a little English. If we get away safely you will not
regret that your time has been employed. If we have trouble your
knowledge of the language may in some way or other be of real use
to you. We can go round to the Germans, who will, no doubt, be
able to put you in the way of getting a man."</p>

<p>The next day they were again sent for to the king, who was in
a high state of anger at having heard that the Houssas had
escaped.</p>

<p>"I know nothing about it," Mr. Goodenough said. "They were
contented when they were with me, and had no wish to go. Your
soldiers took them away yesterday afternoon, and I suppose they
were frightened. It was foolish of them. They should have known
that a great king does not injure travelers who come peacefully
into his country. They should have known better. They were poor,
ignorant men, who did not know that the hospitality of a king is
sacred, and that when a king invites travelers to enter his
country they are his guests, and under his protection."</p>

<p>When the interpreter translated this speech the king was
silent for two or three minutes. Then he said, "My white friend
is right, They were foolish men. They could not know these
things. If my warriors overtake them no harm shall come to
them."</p>

<p>Pleased with the impression that his words had evidently made
Mr. Goodenough returned to Frank, who had not been ordered to
accompany him to the palace. In the afternoon the king sent a
sheep and a present of five ounces of gold, and a message that he
did not wish his white friends to remain always in the town, but
that they might walk to any of the villages within a circle of
three or four miles, and that four of his guards would always
accompany them to see that no one interfered with or insulted
them. They were much pleased with this permission, as they were
now enabled to renew their work of collecting. It took them, too,
away from the sight of the horrible human sacrifices which went
on daily. Through the German missionaries they obtained a man who
had worked for three years down at Cape Coast. He accompanied
them on their walks, and in the evening sat and talked with
Frank, who, from the knowledge of native words which he had
picked up in his nine months' residence in Africa, was able to
make rapid progress in Ashanti. He had one or two slight attacks
of fever, but the constant use of quinine enabled him to resist
their effect, and he was now to some degree acclimatized, and
thought no more of the attacks of fever than he would have done
at home of a violent bilious attack.</p>

<p>This was not the case with Mr. Goodenough. Frank observed with
concern that he lost strength rapidly, and was soon unable to
accompany him in his walks. One morning he appeared very ill.</p>

<p>"Have you a touch of fever, sir?"</p>

<p>"No, Frank, it is worse than fever, it is dysentery. I had an
attack last time I was on the coast, and know what to do with it.
Get the medicine chest and bring me the bottle of ipecacuanha.
Now, you must give me doses of this just strong enough not to act
as an emetic, every three hours."</p>

<p>Frank nursed his friend assiduously, and for the next three
days hoped that he was obtaining a mastery over the illness. On
the fourth day an attack of fever set in.</p>

<p>"You must stop the ipecacuanha, now," Mr. Goodenough said,
"and Frank, send Ostik round to the Germans, and say I wish them
to come here at once."</p>

<p>When these arrived Mr. Goodenough asked Frank to leave him
alone with them. A quarter of an hour later they went out, and
Frank, returning, found two sealed envelopes on the table beside
him.</p>

<p>"My boy," he said, "I have been making my will. I fear that it
is all over with me. Fever and dysentery together are in nine
cases out of ten fatal. Don't cry, Frank," he said, as the lad
burst into tears. "I would gladly have lived, but if it is God's
will that it should be otherwise, so be it. I have no wife or
near relatives to regret my loss -- none, my poor boy, who will
mourn for me as sincerely as I know that you will do. In the year
that we have been together I have come to look upon you as my
son, and you will find that I have not forgotten you in my will.
I have written it in duplicate. If you have an opportunity send
one of these letters down to the coast. Keep the other yourself,
and I trust that you will live to carry it to its destination.
Should it not be so, should the worst come to the worst, it will
be a consolation to you to know that I have not forgotten the
little sister of whom you have spoken to me so often, and that in
case of your death she will be provided for."</p>

<p>An hour later Mr. Goodenough was in a state of delirium, in
which he remained all night, falling towards morning into a dull
coma, gradually breathing his last, without any return of
sensibility, at eight in the morning.</p>

<p>Frank was utterly prostrated with grief, from which he roused
himself to send to the king to ask permission to bury his
friend.</p>

<p>The king sent down to say how grieved he was to hear of the
white man's death. He had ordered many of his warriors to attend
his funeral. Frank had a grave dug on a rising spot of ground
beyond the marsh. In the evening a great number of the warriors
gathered round the house, and upon the shoulders of four of them
Mr. Goodenough was conveyed to his last resting place, Frank and
the German missionaries following with a great crowd of warriors.
The missionaries read the service over the grave, and Frank
returned heart broken to his house, with Ostik, who also felt
terribly the loss of his master.</p>

<p>Two days later a wooden cross was erected over the grave. Upon
this Frank carved the name of his friend. Hearing a week
afterwards that the king was sending down a messenger to Cape
Coast, Frank asked permission to send Mr. Goodenough's letter by
him. The king sent for him.</p>

<p>"I do not wish any more troubles," he said, "or that letters
should be sent to the governor. You are my guest. When the
troubles are settled I will send you down to the coast; but we
have many things to write about, and I do not want more subjects
for talk."</p>

<p>Frank showed the letter and read the address, and told the
king that it was only a letter to the man of business of Mr.
Goodenough in England, giving directions for the disposal of his
property there.</p>

<p>The king then consented that his messenger should take the
letter.</p>

<p>At the end of December, when Frank had been nearly three
months at Coomassie, one of the Germans said to him:</p>

<p>"The king speaks fairly, and seems intent upon his
negotiations; but he is preparing secretly for war. An army is
collecting on the Prah. I hear that twelve thousand men are
ordered to assemble there."</p>

<p>"I have noticed," Frank said, "that there have been fewer men
about than usual during the last few days. What will happen to
us, do you think?"</p>

<p>The missionary shook his head.</p>

<p>"No one can say," he said. "It all depends upon the king's
humor. I think, however, that he is more likely to keep us as
hostages, and to obtain money for us at the end of the war, than
to kill us. If all goes well with his army we are probably safe;
but if the news comes of any defeat, he may in his rage order us
to be executed."</p>

<p>"What do you think are the chances of defeat?" Frank
asked.</p>

<p>"We know not," the missionary said; "but it seems probable
that the Ashantis will turn the English out of the coast. The
Fantis are of no use. They were a brave people once, and united
might have made a successful resistance to the Ashantis; but you
English have made women of them. You have forbidden them to fight
among themselves, you have discouraged them in any attempts to
raise armies, you have reduced the power of the chiefs, you have
tried to turn them into a race of cultivators and traders instead
of warriors, and you can expect no material aid from them now.
They will melt away like snow before the Ashantis. The king's
spies tell him that there are only a hundred and fifty black
troops at Cape Coast. These are trained and led by Englishmen,
but, after all, they are only negroes, no braver than the
Ashantis. What chance have they of resisting an army nearly a
hundred to one stronger than themselves?"</p>

<p>"Is the fort at Cape Coast strong?" Frank asked.</p>

<p>"Yes, against savages without cannon. Besides, the guns of the
ships of war would cover it."</p>

<p>"Well," Frank said, "if we can hold that, they will send out
troops from England."</p>

<p>"They may do so," the missionary asserted; "but what could
white troops do in the fever haunted forests, which extend from
Coomassie to the coast?"</p>

<p>"They will manage somehow," Frank replied confidently.
"Besides, after all, as I hear that the great portion of Ashanti
lying beyond this is plain and open country, the Ashantis
themselves cannot be all accustomed to bush fighting, and will
suffer from fever in the low, swamp land."</p>

<p>Three days later the king sent for Frank.</p>

<p>"The English are not true," he said angrily. "They promised
the people of Elmina that they should be allowed to retain all
their customs as under the Dutch. They have broken their word.
They have forbidden the customs. The people of Elmina have
written to me to ask me to deliver them. I am going to do
so."</p>

<p>Frank afterwards learned that the king's words were true.
Colonel Harley, the military commandant, having, with almost
incredible fatuity, and in spite of the agreement which had been
made with the Elminas, summoned their king and chiefs to a
council, and abruptly told them that they would not be allowed
henceforth to celebrate their customs, which consisted of firing
of guns, waving of flags, dancing, and other harmless rites. The
chiefs, greatly indignant at this breach of the agreement,
solemnly entered into with them, at once, on leaving the council,
wrote to the King of Ashanti, begging him to cross the Prah and
attack the English. Frank could only say that he knew nothing of
what was going on at the coast, and could only think that his
majesty must have been misinformed, as the English wished to be
friendly with the Ashantis.</p>

<p>"They do not wish it," the king said furiously; "they are
liars."</p>

<p>A buzz of approval sounded among the cabooceers and captains
standing round. Frank thought that he was about to be ordered to
instant execution, and grasped a revolver, which he held in his
pocket, resolving to shoot the king first, and then to blow out
his own brains, rather than to be put to the horrible tortures
which in Ashanti always precede death.</p>

<p>Presently the king said suddenly to him:</p>

<p>"My people tell me that you can talk to them in their own
tongue."</p>

<p>"I have learnt a little Ashanti," Frank said in that language.
"I cannot talk well, but I can make myself understood."</p>

<p>"Very well," the king said. "Then I shall send you down with
my general. You know the ways of English fighting, and will tell
him what is best to do against them. When the war is over and I
have driven the English away, I will send you away also. You are
my guest, and I do not wish to harm you. Tomorrow you will start.
Your goods will be of no more use to you. I have ordered my
treasurer to count the cloth, and the powder, and the other
things which you have, and to pay you for them in gold. You may
go."</p>

<p>Frank retired, vowing in his heart that no information as to
the best way of attacking the English should be obtained from
him. Upon the whole he was much pleased at the order, for he
thought that some way of making his escape might present itself.
Such was also the opinion of Ostik when Frank told him what had
taken place at the palace.</p>

<p>An hour later the king's treasurer arrived. The whole of the
trade goods were appraised at fair prices, and even the cases
were paid for, as the treasurer said that these would be good for
keeping the king's state robes. Frank only retained his own
portmanteau with clothes, his bed and rugs, and the journals of
the expedition, a supply of ammunition for his revolver, his
medicine chest, tent, and a case with chocolate, preserved milk,
tea, biscuits, rice, and a couple of bottles of brandy.</p>

<p>In the morning there was a great beating of drums.</p>

<p>Four carriers had been told off for Frank's service, and these
came in, took up his baggage, and joined the line. Frank waited
till the general, Ammon Quatia, whom he had several times met at
the palace, came along, carried in a hammock, with a
paraphernalia of attendants bearing chairs, umbrellas, and flags.
Frank fell in behind these accompanied by Ostik. The whole
population of Coomassie turned out and shouted their
farewells.</p>

<p>There was a pause in the marketplace while a hundred victims
were sacrificed to the success of the expedition. Frank kept in
the thick of the warriors so as to avoid witnessing the horrible
spectacle.</p>

<p>As they passed the king he said to the general, "Bring me back
the head of the governor. I will place it on my drum by the side
of that of Macarthy."</p>

<p>Then the army passed the swamp knee deep in water, and started
on their way down to the Prah. Three miles further they crossed
the river Dah at Agogo, where the water was up to their necks.
The road was little more than a track through the forest, and
many small streams had to be crossed.</p>

<p>It was well that Frank had not had an attack of fever for some
time, for they marched without a stop to Fomanse, a distance of
nearly thirty miles. Fomanse was a large town. Many of the houses
were built in the same style as those at Coomassie, and the
king's palace was a stone building. That night Frank slept in a
native house which the general allotted to him close to the
palace. The army slept on the ground.</p>

<p>The next morning they crossed a lofty hill, and then
descending again kept along through the forest until, late in the
afternoon, they arrived on the Prah. This river was about sixty
yards wide, and here, in roughly made huts of boughs, were
encamped the main army, who had preceded them. Here there was a
pause for a week while large numbers of carriers came down with
provisions. Then on the 22d of January the army crossed the Prah
in great canoes of cottonwood tree, which the troops who first
arrived had prepared.</p>

<p>Had the Ashanti army now pushed forward at full speed, Cape
Coast and Elmina must have fallen into their hands, for there
were no preparations whatever for their defence. The Assims,
whose territory was first invaded, sent down for assistance, but
Mr. Hennessey refused to believe that there was any invasion at
all, and when the King of Akim, the most powerful of the Fanti
potentates, sent down to ask for arms and ammunition, Mr.
Hennessey refused so curtly that the King of Akim was grievously
offended, and sent at once to the Ashantis to say that he should
remain neutral in the war.</p>

<p>About this time Mr. Hennessey, whose repeated blunders had in
no slight degree contributed to the invasion, was relieved by Mr.
Keate, who at once wholly alienated the Fantis by telling them
that they must defend themselves, as the English had nothing more
to do with the affair than to defend their forts. Considering
that the English had taken the natives under their protection,
and that the war was caused entirely by the taking over of Elmina
by the English and by their breach of faith to the natives there,
this treatment of the Fantis was as unjust as it was
impolitic.</p>

<p>Ammon Quatia, however, seemed to be impressed with a spirit of
prudence as soon as he crossed the river. Parties were sent out,
indeed, who attacked and plundered the Assim villages near the
Prah, but the main body moved forward with the greatest caution,
sometimes halting for weeks.</p>

<p>The Ashanti general directed Frank always to pitch his tent
next to the hut occupied by himself. Four guards were appointed,
nominally to do him honor, but really, as Frank saw, to prevent
him from making his escape. These men kept guard, two at a time,
night and day over the tent, and if he moved out all followed
him. He never attempted to leave the camp. The forest was
extremely dense with thick underwood and innumerable creepers,
through which it would be almost impossible to make a way. The
majority of the trees were of only moderate height, but above
them towered the cotton trees and other giants, rising with
straight stems to from two hundred and fifty to three hundred
feet high. Many of the trees had shed their foliage, and some of
these were completely covered with brilliant flowers of different
colors. The woods resounded with the cries of various birds, but
butterflies, except in the clearings, were scarce.</p>

<p>The army depended for food partly upon the cultivated patches
around the Assim villages, partly on supplies brought up from the
rear. In the forest, too, they found many edible roots and
fruits. In spite of the efforts to supply them with food, Frank
saw ere many weeks had passed that the Ashantis were suffering
much from hunger. They fell away in flesh. Many were shaking with
fever, and the enthusiasm, which was manifest at the passage of
the Prah, had entirely evaporated.</p>

<p>The first morning after crossing the river Frank sent Ostik
into the hut of the general with a cup of hot chocolate, with
which Ammon Quatia expressed himself so much gratified that
henceforth Frank sent in a cup every morning, having still a
large supply of tins of preserved chocolate and milk, the very
best food which a traveler can take with him. In return the
Ashanti general showed Frank many little kindnesses, sending him
in birds or animals when any were shot by his men, and keeping
him as well provided with food as was possible under the
circumstances.</p>

<p>It was not until the 8th of April that any absolute
hostilities took place. Then the Fantis, supported by fifty
Houssas under Lieutenant Hopkins, barred the road outside the
village of Dunquah. The Ashantis attacked, but the Fantis fought
bravely, having great confidence in the Houssa contingent. The
battle was one of the native fashion, neither side attempting any
vigorous action, but contenting themselves with a heavy fire at a
distance of a hundred yards. All the combatants took shelter
behind trees, and the consequence was that at the end of the day
a great quantity of powder and slugs had been fired away, and a
very few men hit on either side. At nightfall both parties drew
off.</p>

<p>"Is that the way your English soldiers fight?" the general
asked Frank that night.</p>

<p>"Yes," Frank said vaguely; "they fire away at each other."</p>

<p>"And then I suppose," the general said, "when one party has
exhausted its ammunition it retires."</p>

<p>"Certainly it would retire," Frank said. "It could not resist
without ammunition you know."</p>

<p>Frank carefully abstained from mentioning that one side or the
other would advance even before the ammunition of its opponents
was expended, for he did not wish the Ashantis to adopt tactics
which, from their greatly superior numbers, must at once give
them a victory. The Ashantis were not dissatisfied with the day's
work, as they considered that they had proved themselves equal to
the English troops.</p>

<h1 align="CENTER"><a name="CHAPTER_XVIII"></a>CHAPTER XVIII: THE
ATTACK ON ELMINA</h1>

<p>On the 14th the Fantis took the initiative, and attacked the
Ashantis. The fight was a mere repetition of that of a week
before, and about midday the Fantis, having used up all their
ammunition, fell back again to Cape Coast.</p>

<p>"Now," the general said to Frank, "that we have beaten the
Fantis we shall march down to Elmina."</p>

<p>Leaving the main road at Dunquah the army moved slowly through
the bush towards Elmina, thirty miles distant, halting in the
woods some eight miles from the town, and twelve from Cape
Coast.</p>

<p>"I am going," the general said, "to look at the English forts.
My white friend will go with me."</p>

<p>With fifty of his warriors Ammon Quatia left the camp, and
crossing a stream came down upon the sea coast, a short distance
west of Elmina. With them were several of the Elmina tribe, who
had come up to the camp to welcome the Ashantis. They approached
to within three or four hundred yards of the fort, which was
separated from them by a river.</p>

<p>The forts on the west coast of Africa, not being built to
resist artillery, are merely barracks surrounded by high walls
sufficiently thick to allow men to walk in single file along the
top, to fire over the parapet. The tops of the walls being
castellated, the buildings have an appearance of much strength.
The fort of Elmina is of considerable size, with a barrack and
officers' quarters within it. One side faces the river, and
another the sea.</p>

<p>"It is a wonderful fort," the Ashanti general said, much
impressed by its appearance.</p>

<p>"Yes," Frank replied. "And there are cannon on the top, those
great black things you see sticking out. Those are guns, and each
carries balls enough to kill a hundred men with each shot."</p>

<p>The general looked for some time attentively. "But you have
castles in the white men's country, how do you take them?"</p>

<p>"We bring a great many cannon throwing balls of iron as big as
my head," Frank answered, "and so knock a great hole in the wall
and then rush in."</p>

<p>"But if there are no cannon?" the general urged.</p>

<p>"We never attack a castle without cannon," Frank said. "But if
we had no cannon we might try to starve the people out; but you
cannot do that here, because they would land food from the
sea."</p>

<p>The general looked puzzled. "Why do the white men come
here?</p>

<p>"They come to trade," he said presently.</p>

<p>"Yes, they come to trade," Frank replied.</p>

<p>"And they have no other reason?"</p>

<p>"No," Frank said. "They do not want to take land, because the
white man cannot work in so hot a climate."</p>

<p>"Then if he could not trade he would go away?" the general
asked.</p>

<p>"Yes," Frank agreed, "if he could do no trade it would be no
use remaining here."</p>

<p>"We will let him do no trade," the general said, brightening
up. "If we cannot take the forts we will surround them closely,
and no trade can come in and out. Then the white man will have to
go away. As to the Fantis we will destroy them, and the white men
will have no one to fight for them."</p>

<p>"But there are white troops," Frank said.</p>

<p>"White soldiers?" the Ashanti asked surprised. "I thought it
was only black soldiers that fought for the whites. The whites
are few, they are traders."</p>

<p>"The English are many," Frank said earnestly. "For every man
that the King of Ashanti could send to fight, England could send
ten. There are white soldiers, numbers of them, but they are not
sent here. They are kept at home to fight other white nations,
the French and the Dutch and the Danes, and many others, just as
the kings of Africa fight against each other. They are not sent
here because the climate kills the whites, so to guard the white
traders here we hire black soldiers; but, when it is known in
England that the King of Ashanti is fighting against our forts,
they will send white troops."</p>

<p>Ammon Quatia was thoughtful for some time. "If they come," he
said at length, "the fevers will kill them, The white man cannot
live in the swamps. Your friend, the white guest of the king,
died at Coomassie."</p>

<p>"Yes," Frank asserted, "but he had been nearly a year in the
country before he died. Three weeks will be enough for an English
army to march from Cape Coast to Coomassie. A few might die, but
most of them would get there."</p>

<p>"Coomassie!" the general exclaimed in surprise. "The white men
would be mad to think of marching against the city of the great
king. We should make great fetish, and they would all die when
they had crossed the river."</p>

<p>"I don't think, General," Frank said dryly, "that the fetishes
of the black man have any effect upon the white men. A fetish has
power when it is believed in. A man who knows that his enemy has
made a fetish against him is afraid. His blood becomes like water
and he dies. But the whites do not believe in fetishes. They
laugh at them, and then the fetishes cannot hurt them."</p>

<p>The general said no more, but turned thoughtfully and retired
to his camp. It was tantalizing to Frank to see the Union Jack
waving within sight, and to know that friends were so near and
yet to be unable to stretch out his hand to them.</p>

<p>He was now dressed in all respects like a native, the king
having, soon after his arrival at Coomassie, sent a present of
clothes such as were worn by his nobles, saying that the people
would not notice them so much if they were dressed like
themselves. Consequently, had the party been seen from the castle
walls the appearance of an Englishman among them would have been
unobserved.</p>

<p>Three days later the general with a similar party crossed the
Sweet river at night, and proceeded along the sea coast to within
a few hundred yards of Cape Coast Castle, whose appearance
pleased him no more than that of Elmina had done.</p>

<p>The Ashantis were now better supplied with food, as they were
able to depend upon the Elmina tribes who cultivated a
considerable extent of ground, and to add to the stock, the
Ashanti soldiers were set to work to aid in planting a larger
extent of ground than usual, a proof in Frank's mind that the
general contemplated making a long stay, and blockading Elmina
and Cape Coast into surrender if he could not carry them by
assault.</p>

<p>The natives of Africa are capable of great exertion for a
time, but their habitual attitude is that of extreme laziness.
One week's work in the year suffices to plant a sufficient amount
of ground to supply the wants of a family. The seed only requires
casting into the earth, and soon the ground will be covered with
melons and pumpkins. Sweet potatoes and yams demand no greater
cultivation, and the bananas and plantains require simply to be
cut. For fifty-one weeks in the year the negro simply sits down
and watches his crops grow. To people like these time is of
absolutely no value. Their wants are few. Their garden furnishes
them with tobacco. They make drink from the palm or by fermenting
the juice of the cocoanut. The fowls that wander about in the
clearings suffice when carried down occasionally to the port, to
pay for the few yards of calico and strings of beads which are
all that is necessary for the clothing and decoration of a
family.</p>

<p>Such people are never in a hurry. To wait means to do nothing.
To do nothing is their highest joy. Their tomorrow means a month
hence, directly, a week. If, then, the Ashanti army had been
detained for one year or five before the English settlements, it
would have been a matter of indifference to them, so long as they
could obtain food. Their women were with them, for the wife and
daughters of each warrior had carried on head, with the army, his
household goods, a tiny stool, a few calabashes for cooking, a
mat to sleep on, and baskets high piled with provisions. They
were there to collect sticks, to cook food, draw water, bring
fire for his pipe, minister to his pleasures. He could have no
more if he were at home, and was contented to wait as long as the
king ordered, were that time years distant.</p>

<p>Frank was often filled with disgust at seeing these noble
savages lying indolently from morn till night while their wives
went miles in the forest searching for pineapples and fruits,
bent down and prematurely aged by toil and hardship. Many of the
young girls among the negroes are pretty, with their soft eyes
and skin like velvet, their merry laugh and graceful figures. But
in a very few years all this disappears, and by middle age they
are bent, and wrinkled, and old. All loads are carried by women,
with the exception only of hammocks, which are exclusively
carried by men.</p>

<p>Thus, then, the Ashantis settled down to what appeared to
Frank to be an interminable business, and what rendered it more
tantalizing was, that the morning and evening guns at the English
forts could be plainly heard.</p>

<p>It was on the 7th of June that Ammon Quatia reconnoitered
Elmina, and the news came next day that a hundred and ten white
men in red coats had landed from a ship which had arrived that
morning off the coast. Frank judged from the description that
these must be marines from a ship of war. In this he was correct,
as they consisted of marines and marine artillerymen under
Lieutenant Colonel Festing, who had just arrived from England.
Three days later the Ashanti general, with a portion of his
force, moved down close to Elmina; Frank was told to accompany
them. Shortly afterwards the news came that the Elminas were all
ordered to lay down their arms. They replied by going over in a
body to the Ashantis. Ammon Quatia determined at once to attack
the town, but as he was advancing, the guns of the ships of war
opened fire upon the native town of Elmina, which lay to the west
of the European quarter.</p>

<p>The sound of such heavy cannon, differing widely from anything
they had ever heard before, caused the Ashantis to pause in
astonishment. Then came the howl of the shells, which exploded in
rapid succession in the village, from which flames began
immediately to rise. After a few minutes' hesitation the Ashantis
and Elminas again advanced. The general, who was carried in a
chair upon the shoulders of four men, took his post on rising
ground near the burning village.</p>

<p>"There," he said, "the English soldiers are coming out of the
fort. Now you will see."</p>

<p>The little body of marines and the blue jackets of the
<i>Barraconta</i> deployed in line as they sallied from the fort.
The Ashantis opened fire upon them, but they were out of range of
the slugs. As soon as the line was formed the English opened
fire, and the Ashantis were perfectly astonished at the incessant
rattle of musketry from so small a body of men. But it was not
all noise, for the Snider bullets swept among the crowded body of
blacks, mowing them down in considerable numbers. In two minutes
the Ashantis turned and ran. The general's bearers, in spite of
his shouts, hurried away with him with the others, and Frank
would have taken this opportunity to escape had not two of his
guards seized him by the arms and hauled him along, while the
other two kept close behind.</p>

<p>As soon as they had passed over the crest of the rise, and the
British fire had ceased, Ammon Quatia leaped from his chair and
threw himself among his flying troops, striking them right and
left with his staff, and hurling imprecations upon them.</p>

<p>"If you do not stop and return against the whites," he said,
"I will send every one of you back to Coomassie, and there you
will be put to death as cowards."</p>

<p>The threat sufficed. The fugitives rallied, and in a few
minutes were ready to march back again. It was the surprise
created by the wonderful sustained fire of the breech loaders,
rather than the actual loss they inflicted, which caused the
panic.</p>

<p>In the meantime, believing that the Ashantis had retired, the
naval contingent went back to their boats, when the Dutch vice
consul, having ascended a hill to look round, saw that Ammon
Quatia had made a detour with his troops, and was marching
against the town from the east, where he would not be exposed to
the fire of the fort. He instantly ran back with the news.</p>

<p>The marines and the thirty West Indian soldiers in the fort at
once marched out, and met the Ashantis just as they were entering
the town. The fight was a severe one, and for a time neither side
appeared to have the advantage, and Frank, who, under the care of
his guards, was a few hundred yards in the rear, was filled with
dismay at observing that the Ashantis, in spite of the heavy loss
they were suffering, were gaining ground and pressing forward
bravely. Suddenly he gave a shout of joy, for on a rise on the
flank of the Ashantis appeared the sailors of the
<i>Barraconta</i>, who had been led round from the boats by
Lieutenant Wells, R. N., who was in command. The instant these
took up their position they opened a heavy fire upon the flank of
the Ashantis, who, dismayed by this attack by fresh foes, lost
heart and at once fled hastily. In the two engagements they had
lost nearly four hundred men. Frank, of course, retired with the
beaten Ashantis, and that evening Ammon Quatia told him that the
arms of the white men were too good, and that he should not
attack them again in the open.</p>

<p>"Their guns shoot farther, as well as quicker, than ours," he
said. "Our slugs are no use against the heavy bullets, at a
distance; but in the woods, where you cannot see twenty feet
among the trees, it will be different. If I do not attack them
they must attack me, or their trade will be starved out. When
they come into the woods you will see that we shall eat them
up."</p>

<p>Several weeks now passed quietly. There was news that there
was great sickness among the white soldiers, and, indeed, with
scarce an exception, the marines first sent out were invalided
home; but a hundred and fifty more arrived to take their place.
Some detachments of the 2d West Indian regiment came down to join
their comrades from Sierra Leone, and the situation remained
unchanged.</p>

<p>One night towards the end of August a messenger arrived and
there was an immediate stir.</p>

<p>"Now," the general said to Frank, "you are going to see us
fight the white men. Some of the big ships have gone to the mouth
of the Prah, and we believe that they are going to land in boats.
You will see. The Elmina tribes are going to attack, but I shall
take some of my men to help."</p>

<p>Taking fifty picked warriors Ammon Quatia started at once.
They marched all night towards the west, and at daybreak joined
the Elminas. These took post in the brushwood lining the river.
The general with a dozen men, taking Frank, went down near the
mouth of the river to reconnoiter. The ships lay more than a mile
off the shore. Presently a half dozen boats were lowered, filled
with men, and taken in tow by a steam launch. It was seen that
they were making for the mouth of the river.</p>

<p>"Now let us go back," Ammon Quatia said. "You will see what we
shall do."</p>

<p>Frank felt full of excitement. He saw the English running into
an ambuscade, and he determined, even if it should cost him his
life, to warn them. Presently they heard the sharp puffs of the
steam launch. The boats were within three hundred yards.</p>

<p>Frank stepped forward and was about to give a warning shout
when Ammon Quatia's eye fell upon him. The expression of his face
revealed his intention to the Ashanti, who in an instant sprang
upon him and hurled him to the ground. Instantly a dozen hands
seized him, and, in obedience to the general's order, fastened a
bandage tightly across his mouth, and then bound him, standing
against a tree, where he could observe what was going on. The
incident had occupied but a minute, and Frank heard the pant of
the steam launch coming nearer and nearer. Presently through the
bushes he caught a glimpse of it, and then, as it came along, of
the boats towing behind. The Elminas and Ashantis were lying upon
the ground with their guns in front of them.</p>

<p>The boats were but fifteen yards from the bank. When they were
abreast Ammon Quatia shouted the word of command, and a stream of
fire shot out from the bushes. In the boats all was confusion.
Several were killed and many wounded by the deadly volley, among
the latter Commodore Commerell himself, and two or three of his
officers. The launch now attempted to turn round, and the marines
in the boats opened fire upon their invisible foes, who replied
steadily. In five minutes from the first shot being fired all was
over, the launch was steaming down with the boats in tow towards
the mouth of the river, the exulting shouts of the natives
ringing in the ears of those on board.</p>

<p>The position of Frank had not been a pleasant one while the
fight had lasted, for the English rifle bullets sang close to him
in quick succession, one striking the tree only a few inches
above his head. He was doubtful, too, as to what his fate would
be at the termination of the fight.</p>

<p>Fortunately Ammon Quatia was in the highest spirits at his
victory. He ordered Frank to be at once unbound.</p>

<p>"There, you see," he said, "the whites are of no use. They
cannot fight. They run with their eyes shut into danger. So it
will be if they attack us on the land. You were foolish. Why did
you wish to call out? Are you not well treated? Are you not the
king's guest? Am I not your friend?"</p>

<p>"I am well treated, and you are my friend," Frank said, "but
the English are my countrymen. I am sure that were you in the
hands of the English, and you saw a party of your countrymen
marching into danger, you would call out and warn them, even if
you knew that you would be killed for doing so."</p>

<p>"I do not know," the Ashanti said candidly. "I cannot say what
I should do, but you were brave to run the risk, and I'm not
angry with you. Only, in future when we go to attack the English,
I must gag you to prevent your giving the alarm."</p>

<p>"That is fair enough," Frank said, pleased that the matter had
passed off so well, "only another time do not stick me upright
against a tree where I may be killed by English bullets. I had a
narrow escape of it this time, you see," and he pointed to the
hole in the trunk of the tree.</p>

<p>"I am sorry," the Ashanti general said, with an air of real
concern. "I did not think of your being in danger, I only wished
you to have a good sight of the battle; next time I will put you
in a safer place."</p>

<p>They then returned to the camp.</p>

<p>The next day a distant cannonade was heard, and at nightfall
the news came that the English fleet had bombarded and burnt
several Elmina villages at the mouth of the Prah.</p>

<p>"Ah," the general said, "the English have great ships and
great guns. They can fight on the seaside and round their forts,
but they cannot drag their guns through the forests and
swamps."</p>

<p>"No," Frank agreed. "It would not be possible to drag heavy
artillery."</p>

<p>"No," Ammon Quatia repeated exultingly. "When they are beyond
the shelter of their ships they are no good whatever. We will
kill them all."</p>

<p>The wet season had now set in, in earnest, and the suffering
of the Ashantis were very great. Accustomed as many of them were
to high lying lands free of trees, the miasma from the swamps was
well nigh as fatal to them as it would be to Europeans. Thousands
died, and many of the rest were worn by fever to mere
shadows.</p>

<p>"Do you think," Ammon Quatia said to Frank one day, "that it
is possible to blow up a whole town with powder?"</p>

<p>"It would be possible if there were powder enough," Frank
said, wondering what could be the motive of the question.</p>

<p>"They say that the English have put powder in holes all over
Cape Coast, and my people are afraid to go. The guns of the fort
could not shoot over the whole town, and there are few white
soldiers there; but my men fear to be blown up in the air."</p>

<p>"Yes," Frank said gravely. "The danger might be great. It is
better that the Ashantis should keep away from the town. But if
the fever goes on as at present the army will melt away."</p>

<p>"Ten thousand more men are coming down when the rains are
over. The king says that something must be done. There is talk in
the English forts that more white troops are coming out from
England. If this is so I shall not attack the towns, but shall
wait for them to come into the woods for me. Then you will
see."</p>

<p>"Do they say there are many troops?" Frank asked
anxiously.</p>

<p>"No; they say only some white officers, but this is
foolishness. What could white officers do without soldiers? As
for the Fantis they are cowards, they are only good to carry
burdens and to hoe the ground. They are women and not men."</p>

<p>During this time, when the damp rose so thick and steaming
that everything was saturated with it, Frank had a very sharp
attack of fever, and was for a fortnight, just after the repulse
of the attack on Elmina, completely prostrated. Such an attack
would at his first landing have carried him off, but he was now
getting acclimatized, and his supply of quinine was abundant.
With its aid he saved a great many lives among the Ashantis, and
many little presents in the way of fruit and birds did he receive
from his patients.</p>

<p>"I wish I could let you go," the general said to him one day.
"You are a good white man, and my soldiers love you for the pains
you take going amongst them when they are sick, and giving them
the medicine of the whites. But I dare not do it. As you know
when the king is wroth the greatest tremble, and I dare not tell
the king that I have let you go. Were it otherwise I would gladly
do so. I have written to the king telling him that you have saved
the lives of many here. It may be that he will order you to be
released."</p>

<h1 align="CENTER"><a name="CHAPTER_XIX"></a>CHAPTER XIX: THE
TIDE TURNED</h1>

<p>From many of the points in the forest held by the Ashantis the
sea could be seen, and on the morning of the 2d of October a
steamer which had not been there on the previous evening was
perceived lying off the town. The Ashantis were soon informed by
spies in Elmina and Cape Coast that the ship had brought an
English general with about thirty officers. The news that thirty
men had come out to help to drive back twenty thousand was
received with derision by the Ashantis.</p>

<p>"They will do more than you think," Frank said when Ammon
Quatia was scoffing over the new arrival. "You will see a change
in the tactics of the whites. Hitherto they have done nothing.
They have simply waited. Now you will see they will begin to
move. The officers will drill the natives, and even a Fanti,
drilled and commanded by white officers, will learn how to fight.
You acknowledge that the black troops in red coats can fight.
What are these? Some of them are Fantis, some of them are black
men from the West Indian Islands, where they are even more
peaceful than the Fantis, for they have no enemies. Perhaps alone
the Fantis would not fight, but they will have the soldiers and
sailors from on board ship with them, and you saw at Elmina how
they can fight."</p>

<p>The ship was the <i>Ambriz</i>, one of the African company's
steamers, bringing with it thirty-five officers, of whom ten
belonged to the Commissariat and Medical staff. Among the
fighting men were Sir Garnet Wolseley, Colonel M'Neil, chief of
his staff, Major T. D. Baker, 18th Regiment, Captain Huyshe,
Rifle Brigade, Captain Buller, 60th Rifles, all of the staff;
Captain Brackenbury, military secretary, and Lieutenant Maurice,
R. A., private secretary, Major Home, R. E., Lieutenant Saunders,
R. A., and Lieutenant Wilmot, R. A.. Lieutenant Colonel Evelyn
Wood, 90th Regiment, and Major B. C. Russell, 13th Hussars, were
each to form and command a native regiment, having the remainder
of the officers as their assistants.</p>

<p>The <i>Ambriz</i> had left England on the 12th of September,
and had touched at Madeira and at the various towns on the coast
on her way down, and at the former place had received the news of
the disaster to the naval expedition up the Prah.</p>

<p>The English government had been loath to embark upon such an
expedition, but a petition which had been sent home by the
English and native traders at Sierra Leone and Elmina had shown
how great was the peril which threatened the colony, and it had
been felt that unless an effort was made the British would be
driven altogether from their hold of the coast. When the
expedition was at last determined upon, the military authorities
were flooded with recommendations and warnings of all kinds from
persons who knew the coast. Unfortunately these gentlemen
differed so widely from each other, that but little good was
gained from their counsels. Some pronounced the climate to be
deadly. Others said that it was really not bad. Some warmly
advocated a moderate use of spirits. Others declared that
stimulants were poison. One advised that all exercise should be
taken between five and seven in the morning. Another insisted
that on no account should anyone stir out until the sun had been
up for an hour, which meant that no one should go out till half
past seven. One said take exercise and excite perspiration.
Another urged that any bodily exercise should be avoided. One
consistent gentleman, after having written some letters to the
papers strongly advocating the use of white troops upon the coast
instead of West Indian regiments, when written to by Sir Garnet
Wolseley for his advice as to articles of outfit, replied that
the only article which he could strongly commend would be that
each officer should take out his coffin.</p>

<p>Ten days passed after the landing. It was known in the Ashanti
camp that the Fanti kings had been ordered to raise contingents,
and that a white officer had been alloted to each to assist him
in this work. The Ashantis, however, had no fear whatever on this
score. The twenty thousand natives who occupied the country south
of the Prah had all been driven from their homes by the invaders,
and had scattered among the towns and villages on the seacoast,
where vast numbers had died from the ravages of smallpox. The
kings had little or no authority over them, and it was certain
that no native force, capable in any way of competing with the
army of the assailants, could be raised.</p>

<p>The small number of men of the 2d West Indian regiment at
Elmina had been reinforced by a hundred and twenty Houssas
brought down the coast. The Ashanti advanced parties remained
close up to Elmina.</p>

<p>On the 13th of October Frank accompanied the Ashanti general
to the neighborhood of this town. The Ashanti force here was not
a large one, the main body being nearly twenty miles away in the
neighborhood of Dunquah, which was held by a small body of
Houssas and natives under Captain Gordon. At six in the morning a
messenger ran in with the news that two of the English war
steamers from Cape Coast were lying off Elmina, and that a number
of troops had been landed in boats. The Ashanti general was
furious, and poured out threats against his spies in Cape Coast
for not having warned him of the movement, but in fact these were
not to blame. So quietly had the arrangements been made that,
until late in the previous afternoon, no one, with the exception
of three or four of the principal officers, knew that an
expedition was intended. Even then it was given out that the
expedition was going down the coast, and it was not until the
ships anchored off Elmina at three in the morning that the
officers and troops were aware of their destination. All the West
Indian troops at Cape Coast had been taken, Captain Peel of the
<i>Simoon</i> landing fifty sailors to hold the fort in case the
Ashantis should attack it in their absence. The expedition
consisted of the Houssas, two hundred men of the 2d West India
regiment, fifty sailors, and two companies of marines and marine
artillery, each fifty strong, and a large number of natives
carrying a small Armstrong gun, two rocket tubes, rockets, spare
ammunition, and hammocks for wounded.</p>

<p>The few Ashantis in the village next to Elmina retired at once
when the column was seen marching from the castle. Ammon Quatia
had taken up his quarters at the village of Essarman, and now
advanced with his troops and took post in the bush behind a small
village about three miles from the town. The Houssas were
skirmishing in front of the column. These entered the village
which had been deserted by the Ashantis, and set it on fire,
blowing up several kegs of powder which had been left there in
the hurry of the flight. Then as they advanced farther the
Ashantis opened fire. To their surprise the British, instead of
falling back, opened fire in return, the Houssas, West Indians,
and natives discharging their rifles at random in all directions.
Captain Freemantle with the sailors, the gun, and rockets made
for the upper corner of the wood facing them to their left.
Captain Crease with a company of marine artillery took the wood
on the right. The Houssas and a company of West Indians moved
along the path in the center. The remainder of the force remained
with the baggage in reserve. The Ashantis kept up a tremendous
fire, but the marines and sailors pushed their way steadily
through the wood on either side. Captain Freemantle at length
gained a point where his gun and rockets could play on Essarman,
which lay in the heart of the wood, and opened fire, but not
until he had been struck by a slug which passed through his arm.
Colonel M'Neil, who was with the Houssas, also received a severe
wound in the arm, and thirty-two marines and Houssas were
wounded. The Ashantis were gradually driven out of the village
and wood, a great many being killed by the English fire.</p>

<p>Having accomplished this, the British force rested for an hour
and then moved on, first setting fire to Essarman, which was a
very large village. A great quantity of the Ashanti powder was
stored there, and each explosion excited yells of rage among the
Ashantis. Their general was especially angry that two large war
drums had been lost. So great was the effect produced upon the
Ashantis by the tremendous fire which the British had poured into
every bush and thicket as they advanced, that their general
thought it expedient to draw them off in the direction of his
main body instead of further disputing the way.</p>

<p>The English now turned off towards the coast, marching part of
the way through open country, part through a bush so dense that
it was impossible to make a flank attack upon them here. In such
cases as this, when the Ashantis know that an enemy is going to
approach through a dense and impassable forest, they cut paths
through it parallel to that by which he must advance and at a few
yards' distance. Then, lying in ambush there, they suddenly open
fire upon him as he comes along. As no idea of the coming of the
English had been entertained they passed through the dense
thickets in single file unmolested. These native paths are very
difficult and unpleasant walking. The natives always walk in
single file, and the action of their feet, aided by that of the
rain, often wears the paths into a deep V-shaped rut, two feet in
depth. Burning two or three villages by the way the column
reached the coast at a spot five miles from Elmina, having
marched nine miles.</p>

<p>As the Ashantis were known to be in force at the villages of
Akimfoo and Ampene, four miles farther, a party was taken on to
this point. Akimfoo was occupied without resistance, but the
Ashantis fought hard in Ampene, but were driven out of the town
into the bush, from which the British force was too small to
drive them, and therefore returned to Elmina, having marched
twenty-two miles, a prodigious journey in such a climate for
heavily armed Europeans. The effect produced among the Ashantis
by the day's fighting was immense. All their theories that the
white men could not fight in the bush were roughly upset, and
they found that his superiority was as great there as it had been
in the open. His heavy bullets, even at the distance of some
hundred yards, crashed through the brush wood with deadly effect,
while the slugs of the Ashantis would not penetrate at a distance
much exceeding fifty yards.</p>

<p>Ammon Quatia was profoundly depressed in spirits that
evening.</p>

<p>"The white men who come to fight us," he said, "are not like
those who come to trade. Who ever heard of their making long
marches? Why, if they go the shortest distances they are carried
in hammocks. These men march as well as my warriors. They have
guns which shoot ten times as far as ours, and never stop firing.
They carry cannon with them, and have things which fly through
the air and scream, and set villages on fire and kill men. I have
never heard of such things before. What do you call them?"</p>

<p>"They are called rockets," Frank said.</p>

<p>"What are they made of?"</p>

<p>"They are made of coarse powder mixed with other things, and
rammed into an iron case."</p>

<p>"Could we not make some too?" the Ashanti general asked.</p>

<p>"No," Frank replied. "At least, not without a knowledge of the
things you should mix with the powder, and of that I am ignorant.
Besides, the rockets require great skill in firing, otherwise
they will sometimes come back and kill the men who fire
them."</p>

<p>"Why did you not tell me that the white men could fight in the
bush?"</p>

<p>"I told you that there would be a change when the new general
came, and that they would not any longer remain in their forts,
but would come out and attack you."</p>

<p>A few days after this fight the Ashantis broke up their camp
at Mampon, twelve miles from Elmina, and moved eastward to join
the body who were encamped in the forest near Dunquah.</p>

<p>"I am going," Ammon Quatia said to Frank, "to eat up Dunquah
and Abra Crampa. We shall do better this time. We know what the
English guns can do and shall not be surprised."</p>

<p>With ten thousand men Ammon Quatia halted at the little
village of Asianchi, where there was a large clearing, which was
speedily covered with the little leafy bowers which the Ashantis
run up at each halting place.</p>

<p>Two days later Sir Garnet Wolseley with a strong force marched
out from Cape Coast to Abra Crampa, halting on the way for a
night at Assaiboo, ten miles from the town. On the same day the
general sent orders to Colonel Festing of the Marine Artillery,
who commanded at Dunquah, to make a reconnaissance into the
forest from that place. In accordance with this order Colonel
Festing marched out with a gun and rocket apparatus under Captain
Rait, the Annamaboe contingent of a hundred and twenty men under
their king, directed by Captain Godwin, four hundred other Fantis
under Captain Broomhead, and a hundred men of the 2d West India
regiment. After a three mile march in perfect silence they came
upon an Ashanti cutting wood, and compelled him to act as guide.
The path divided into three, and the Annamaboes, who led the
advance, when within a few yards of the camp, gave a sudden cheer
and rushed in.</p>

<p>The Ashantis, panic stricken at the sudden attack, fled
instantly from the camp into the bush. Sudden as was the scare
Frank's guards did not forget their duty, but seizing him dragged
him off with them in their flight, by the side of Ammon Quatia.
The latter ordered the war drums to begin to beat, and Frank was
surprised at the quickness with which the Ashantis recovered from
their panic. In five minutes a tremendous fire was opened from
the whole circle of bush upon the camp. This stood on rising
ground, and the British force returned the fire with great
rapidity and effect. The Annamaboe men stood their ground
gallantly, and the West Indians fought with great coolness,
keeping up a constant and heavy fire with their Sniders. The
Houssas, who had been trained as artillerymen, worked their gun
and rocket tube with great energy, yelling and whooping as each
round of grape or canister was fired into the bush, or each
rocket whizzed out.</p>

<p>Notwithstanding the heavy loss which they were suffering, the
Ashantis stood their ground most bravely. Their wild yells and
the beating of their drums never ceased, and only rose the louder
as each volley of grape was poured into them. They did not,
however, advance beyond the shelter of their bush, and, as the
British were not strong enough to attack them there, the duel of
artillery and musketry was continued without cessation for an
hour and a half, and then Colonel Festing fell back unmolested to
Dunquah.</p>

<p>The Ashantis were delighted at the result of the fighting,
heavy as their loss had been. They had held their ground, and the
British had not ventured to attack them in the bush.</p>

<p>"You see," Ammon Quatia said exultingly to Frank, "what I told
you was true. The white men cannot fight us in the bush. At
Essarman the wood was thin and gave but a poor cover. Here, you
see, they dared not follow us."</p>

<p>On the British side five officers and the King of Annamaboe
were wounded, and fifty-two of the men. None were killed, the
distance from the bush to the ground held by the English being
too far for the Ashanti slugs to inflict mortal wounds.</p>

<p>Ammon Quatia now began to meditate falling back upon the Prah
-- the sick and wounded were already sent back -- but he
determined before retiring to attack Abra Crampa, whose king had
sided with us, and where an English garrison had been posted.</p>

<p>On the 2d of November, however, Colonel Festing again marched
out from Dunquah with a hundred men of the 2d West India
regiment, nine hundred native allies, and some Houssas with
rockets, under Lieutenant Wilmot, towards the Ashanti camp. This
time Ammon Quatia was not taken by surprise. His scouts informed
him of the approach of the column, and moving out to meet them,
he attacked them in the bush before they reached the camp.
Crouching among the trees the Ashantis opened a tremendous fire.
All the native allies, with the exception of a hundred, bolted at
once, but the remainder, with the Houssas and West Indians,
behaved with great steadiness and gallantry, and for two hours
kept up a heavy Snider fire upon their invisible foes.</p>

<p>Early in the fight Lieutenant Wilmot, while directing the
rocket tube, received a severe wound in the shoulder. He,
however, continued at his work till, just as the fight was ended,
he was shot through the heart with a bullet. Four officers were
wounded as were thirteen men of the 2d West India regiment. One
of the natives was killed, fifty severely wounded, and a great
many slightly. After two hours' fighting Colonel Festing found
the Ashantis were working round to cut off his retreat, and
therefore fell back again on Dunquah. The conduct of the native
levies here and in two or three smaller reconnaisances was so bad
that it was found that no further dependence could be placed upon
them, and, with the exception of the two partly disciplined
regiments under Colonel Wood and Major Russell, they were in
future treated as merely fit to act as carriers for the
provisions.</p>

<p>Although the second reconnaissance from Dunquah had, like the
first, been unsuccessful, its effect upon the Ashantis was very
great. They had themselves suffered great loss, while they could
not see that any of their enemies had been killed, for Lieutenant
Wilmot's body had been carried off. The rockets especially
appalled them, one rocket having killed six, four of whom were
chiefs who were talking together. It was true that the English
had not succeeded in forcing their way through the bush, but if
every time they came out they were to kill large numbers without
suffering any loss themselves, they must clearly in the long run
be victorious.</p>

<p>What the Ashantis did not see, and what Frank carefully
abstained from hinting to Ammon Quatia, was that if, instead of
stopping and firing at a distance beyond that which at their
slugs were effective, they were to charge down upon the English
and fire their pieces when they reached within a few yards of
them, they would overpower them at once by their enormous
superiority of numbers. At ten paces distant a volley of slugs is
as effective as a Snider bullet, and the whole of the native
troops would have bolted the instant such a charge was made. In
the open such tactics might not be possible, as the Sniders could
be discharged twenty times before the English line was reached,
but in the woods, where the two lines were not more than forty or
fifty yards apart, the Sniders could be fired but once or at the
utmost twice, while the assailants rushed across the short
intervening space.</p>

<p>Had the Ashantis adopted these tactics they could have crushed
with ease the little bands with which the English attacked them.
But it is characteristic of all savages that they can never be
got to rush down upon a foe who is prepared and well armed. A
half dozen white men have been known to keep a whole tribe of Red
Indians at a distance on the prairie. This, however, can be
accounted for by the fact that the power of the chiefs is
limited, and that each Indian values his own life highly and does
not care to throw it away on a desperate enterprise. Among the
Ashantis, however, where the power of the chiefs is very great
and where human life is held of little account, it is singular
that such tactics should not have been adopted.</p>

<p>The Ashantis were now becoming thoroughly dispirited. Their
sufferings had been immense. Fever and hunger had made great
ravages among them, and, although now the wet season was over a
large quantity of food could be obtained in the forest, the
losses which the white men's bullets, rockets, and guns had
inflicted upon them had broken their courage. The longing for
home became greater than ever, and had it not been that they knew
that troops stationed at the Prah would prevent any fugitives
from crossing, they would have deserted in large numbers. Already
one of the divisions had fallen back.</p>

<p>Ammon Quatia spent hours sitting at the door of his hut
smoking and talking to the other chiefs. Frank was often called
into council, as Ammon Quatia had conceived a high opinion of his
judgment, which had proved invariably correct so far.</p>

<p>"We are going," he said one day, "to take Abra Crampa and to
kill its king, and then to fall back across the Prah."</p>

<p>"I think you had better fall back at once," Frank answered.
"When you took me with you to the edge of the clearing yesterday
I saw that preparations had been made for the defense, and that
there were white troops there. You will never carry the village.
The English have thrown up breastworks of earth, and they will
lie behind these and shoot down your men as they come out of the
forest."</p>

<p>"I must have one victory to report to the king if I can,"
Ammon Quatia said. "Then he can make peace if he chooses. The
white men will not wish to go on fighting. The Fantis are eager
for peace and to return to their villages. What do you
think?"</p>

<p>"If it be true that white troops are coming out from England,
as the Fanti prisoners say," Frank answered, "you will see that
the English will not make peace till they have crossed the Prah
and marched to Coomassie. Your king is always making trouble. You
will see that this time the English will not be content with your
retiring, but will in turn invade Ashanti."</p>

<p>Ammon Quatia and the chiefs laughed incredulously.</p>

<p>"They will not dare to cross the Prah," Ammon Quatia said. "If
they enter Ashanti they will be eaten up."</p>

<p>"They are not so easy to eat up," Frank answered. "You have
seen how a hundred or two can fight against your whole army. What
will it be when they are in thousands? Your king has not been
wise. It would be better for him to send down at once and to make
peace at any price."</p>

<h1 align="CENTER"><a name="CHAPTER_XX"></a>CHAPTER XX: THE WHITE
TROOPS</h1>

<p>Two days later Frank was awoke by a sudden yell. He leaped
from his bed of boughs, seized his revolver, and rushing to the
door, saw that a party of some twenty men were attacking Ammon
Quatia's hut. The two guards stationed there had already been cut
down. Frank shouted to his four guards and Ostik to follow him.
The guards had been standing irresolute, not knowing what side to
take, but the example of the young Englishman decided them. They
fired their muskets into the knot of natives, and then charged
sword in hand. Ostik drew the sword which he always carried and
followed close to his master's heels. Frank did not fire until
within two yards of the Ashantis. Then his revolver spoke out and
six shots were discharged, each with deadly effect. Then,
catching up a musket which had fallen from the hands of one of
the men he had shot, he clubbed it and fell upon the surprised
and already hesitating conspirators.</p>

<p>These, fortunately for Frank, had not loaded their muskets.
They had intended to kill Ammon Quatia and then to disperse
instantly before aid could arrive, believing that with his death
the order for retreat across the Prah would at once be given.
Several of them had been killed by the slugs from the muskets of
Frank's guard, and his pistol had completed their confusion. The
reports of the guns called up other troops, and these came
rushing in on all sides. Scarcely did Frank and his followers
fall upon the conspirators than they took to their heels and fled
into the wood.</p>

<p>Ammon Quatia himself, sword in hand, had just sprung to the
door of the hut prepared to sell his life dearly, when Frank's
guard fired. The affair was so momentary that he had hardly time
to realize what had happened before his assailants were in full
flight.</p>

<p>"You have saved my life," he said to Frank. "Had it not been
for you I must have been killed. You shall not find me
ungrateful. When I have taken Abra Crampa I will manage that you
shall return to your friends. I dare not let you go openly, for
the king would not forgive me, and I shall have enough to do
already to pacify him when he hears how great have been our
losses. But rest content. I will manage it somehow."</p>

<p>An hour afterwards Ammon Quatia gave orders that the army
should move to the attack of Abra Crampa. The place was held by a
body of marines and sailors, a hundred West Indians, and the
native troops of the king. Major Russell was in command. The
village stood on rising ground, and was surrounded for a distance
of a hundred and fifty yards by a clearing. Part of this
consisted of patches of cultivated ground, the rest had been
hastily cleared by the defenders. At the upper end stood a
church, and this was converted into a stronghold. The windows
were high up in the walls, and a platform had been erected inside
for the sailors to fire from the windows, which were partially
blocked with sandbags. The houses on the outside of the village
had all been loopholed, and had been connected by breastworks of
earth. Other defenses had been thrown up further back in case the
outworks should be carried. The mission house in the main street
and the huts which surrounded it formed, with the church, the
last strongholds. For two or three days the bush round the town
had swarmed with Ashantis, whose tomtoms could be heard by the
garrison night and day.</p>

<p>Frank accompanied Ammon Quatia, and was therefore in the
front, and had an opportunity of seeing how the Ashantis commence
an attack. The war drums gave the signal, and when they ceased,
ten thousand voices raised the war song in measured cadence. The
effect was very fine, rising as it did from all parts of the
forest. By this time the Ashantis had lined the whole circle of
wood round the clearing. Then three regular volleys were fired,
making, from the heavy charges used, a tremendous roar.</p>

<p>Scarcely had these ceased when the King of Abra, a splendid
looking negro standing nearly six feet four in height, stepped
out from behind the breastwork and shouted a taunting challenge
to the Ashantis to come on. They replied with a loud yell, and
with the opening of a continuous fire round the edge of the wood.
On wall and roof of the village the slugs pattered thickly; but
the defenders were all in shelter, and in reply, from breastwork
and loophole, from the windows and roof of the church, the
answering Snider bullets flew out straight and deadly. Several
times Ammon Quatia tried to get his men to make a rush. The war
drums beat, the great horns sounded, and the men shouted, but
each time the English bullets flew so thick and deadly into the
wood wherever the sound rose loudest that the Ashantis' heart
failed them, and they could not be got to make the rush across
the hundred yards of cleared ground.</p>

<p>At five o'clock the fire slackened, but shortly after dark the
attack recommenced. The moon was up and full. Frank feared that
the Ashantis would try and crawl a part of the distance across
the clearing and then make a sudden rush; but they appeared to
have no idea of a silent attack. Several times, indeed, they
gathered and rushed forward in large bodies, but each time their
shouting and drums gave warning to the besieged, and so
tremendous a fire was opened upon them when they emerged from the
shadow of the trees into the moonlight, that each time they fell
back leaving the ground strewn with dead. Till midnight the
attack was continued, then the Ashantis fell back to their
camp.</p>

<p>At Accroful, a village on the main road some four miles
distant, the attack had been heard, and a messenger sent off to
Cape Coast to inform Sir Garnet Wolseley.</p>

<p>In the morning fifty men of the 2d West India regiment marched
from Accroful into Abra Crampa without molestation. Later on some
Abra scouts approached the Ashanti camp and shouted tauntingly to
know when the Ashantis were coming into Abra Crampa.</p>

<p>They shouted in return, "After breakfast," and soon
afterwards, a rocket fired from the roof of the church falling
into the camp, they again sallied out and attacked. It was a
repetition of the fight of the day before. Several times Major
Russell withheld his fire altogether, but the Ashantis could not
be tempted to show in force beyond the edge of the wood. So
inspirited were the defenders that they now made several sorties
and penetrated some distance into the wood.</p>

<p>At eight in the morning Sir Garnet Wolseley had marched from
Cape Coast with three hundred marines and blue jackets to the
relief of the position, but so tremendous was the heat that
nearly half the men fell exhausted by the way, and were ordered
when they recovered to march back to Cape Coast. The remainder,
when they arrived at Assaibo, five miles from Abra Crampa, were
so utterly exhausted that a long halt was necessary, although a
faint but continuous fire could be heard from the besieged
place.</p>

<p>Chocolate and cold preserved meat were served out to the men,
and in the course of another three hours a large number of the
stragglers came in. At three o'clock, a hundred of the most
exhausted men being left to hold the village, the rest of the
force with the fifty West Indians stationed there marched forward
to Buteana, where they were jointed by fifty more men from
Accroful. Just as they started from this place they met the King
of Abra, who had come out with a small body of warriors; from him
Sir Garnet learned that this road, which wound round and came in
at the back of Abra Crampa, was still open.</p>

<p>The Ashantis were too busy with their own operations to watch
the path, and the relieving force entered the place without
firing a shot. The firing round the town continued, but Ammon
Quatia, when he saw the reinforcements enter, at once began to
fall back with the main body of his troops, and although the
firing was kept up all night, when the besieged in the morning
advanced to attack the Ashanti camp they found it altogether
deserted.</p>

<p>"It is of no use," the Ashanti general said to Frank. "My men
cannot fight in the open against the English guns. Besides, they
do not know what they are fighting for here; but if your general
should ever cross the Prah you will find it different. There are
forests all the way to Coomassie, as you know, and the men will
be fighting in defense of their own country, you will see what we
shall do then. And now I will keep my promise to you. Tonight
your guards will go to sleep. I shall have medicine given them
which will make them sleep hard. One of the Fanti prisoners will
come to your hut and will guide you through the woods to
Assaiboo. Goodbye, my friend. Ammon Quatia has learnt that some
of the white men are good and honest, and he will never forget
that he owes his life to you. Take this in remembrance of Ammon
Quatia."</p>

<p>And he presented Frank with a necklace composed of nuggets of
gold as big as walnuts and weighing nearly twenty pounds.</p>

<p>Frank in return gave the general the only article of value
which he now possessed, his revolver and tin box of cartridges,
telling him that he hoped he would never use it against the
English, but that it might be of value to him should he ever
again have trouble with his own men. Frank made a parcel of the
necklace and of the gold he had received from the king for his
goods, and warned Ostik to hold himself in readiness for flight.
The camp was silent although the roar of musketry a few hundred
yards off round Abra Crampa continued unbroken. For some time
Frank heard his guards pacing outside, and occasionally speaking
to each other. Then these sounds ceased and all was quiet.
Presently the front of the tent was opened and a voice said,
"Come, all is ready."</p>

<p>Frank came out and looked round. The Ashanti camp was
deserted. Ammon Quatia had moved away with the main body of his
troops, although the musketry fire round the village was kept up.
A Fanti stood at the door of the hut with Ostik. The four guards
were sleeping quietly. Noiselessly the little party stole away. A
quarter of an hour later they struck the path, and an hour's
walking brought them to Assaiboo. Not an Ashanti was met with
along the path, but Frank hardly felt that he was safe until he
heard the challenge of "Who goes there?" from an English sentry.
A few minutes later he was taken before Captain Bradshaw, R. N.,
who commanded the sailors and marines who had been left there.
Very hearty was the greeting which the young Englishman received
from the genial sailor, and a bowl of soup and a glass of grog
were soon set before him.</p>

<p>His arrival created quite a sensation, and for some hours he
sat talking with the officers, while Ostik was an equal subject
of curiosity among the sailors. The news that the Ashanti army
was in full retreat relieved the garrison of the place from all
further fear of attack, and Frank went to sleep before morning,
and was only roused at noon when a messenger arrived with the
news that the Ashanti camp had been found deserted, and that the
road in its rear was found to be strewn with chairs, clothes,
pillows, muskets, and odds and ends of every description. Few
Ashanti prisoners had been taken, but a considerable number of
Fantis, who had been prisoners among them, had come in, having
escaped in the confusion of the retreat. Among these were many
women, several of whom had been captured when the Ashantis had
first crossed the Prah ten months before. In the afternoon Sir
Garnet Wolseley, with the greater portion of the force from Abra
Crampa, marched in, and Frank was introduced by Captain Bradshaw
to the general. As the latter was anxious to press on at once to
Cape Coast, in order that the sailors and marines might sleep on
board ship that night, he asked Frank to accompany him, and on
the road heard the story of his adventures. He invited him to
sleep for the night at Government House, an invitation which
Frank accepted; but he slept worse than he had done for a long
time. It was now nearly two years since he had landed in Africa,
and during all that time he had slept, covered with a rug, on the
canvas of his little camp bed. The complete change, the stillness
and security, and, above all, the novelty of a bed with sheets,
completely banished sleep, and it was not until morning was
dawning that, wrapping himself in a rug, and lying on the ground,
he was able to get a sleep. In the morning at breakfast Sir
Garnet asked him what he intended to do, and said that if he were
in no extreme hurry to return to England he could render great
services as guide to the expedition, which would start for
Coomassie as soon as the white troops arrived. Frank had already
thought the matter over. He had had more than enough of Africa,
but two or three months longer would make no difference, and he
felt that his knowledge of the Ashanti methods of war, of the
country to be traversed, the streams to be crossed, and the
points at which the Ashantis would probably make a stand, would
enable him to tender really valuable assistance to the army. He
therefore told Sir Garnet Wolseley that he had no particular
business which called him urgently back, and that he was willing
to guide the army to Coomassie. He at once had quarters as an
officer assigned to him in the town, with rations for himself and
servant.</p>

<p>His first step was to procure English garments, for although
he had before starting laid aside his Ashanti costume, and put on
that he had before worn, his clothes were now so travel worn as
to be scarce wearable. He had no difficulty in doing this. Many
of the officers were already invalided home, and one who was just
sailing was glad to dispose of his uniform, which consisted of a
light brown Norfolk shooting jacket, knickerbockers, and helmet,
as these would be of no use to him in England.</p>

<p>Frank's next step was to go to the agent of Messrs. Swanzy,
the principal African merchants of the coast. This gentleman
readily cashed one of the orders on the African bank which Mr.
Goodenough had, before his death, handed over to Frank, and the
latter proceeded to discharge the long arrears of wages owing to
Ostik, adding, besides, a handsome present. He offered to allow
his faithful servant to depart to join his family on the Gaboon
at once, should he wish to do so, but Ostik declared that he
would remain with him as long as he stopped in Africa. On Frank's
advice, however, he deposited his money, for safe keeping, with
Messrs. Swanzy's agent, with orders to transmit it to his family
should anything happen to him during the expedition.</p>

<p>Three days later Frank was attacked by fever, the result of
the reaction after so many dangers. He was at once sent on board
the <i>Simoon</i>, which had been established as a hospital ship;
but the attack was a mild one, and in a few days, thanks to the
sea air, and the attention and nursing which he received, he was
convalescent. As soon as the fever passed away, and he was able
to sit on deck and enjoy the sea breezes, he had many visits from
the officers of the ships of war. Among these was the captain of
the <i>Decoy</i> gunboat.</p>

<p>After chatting with Frank for some time the officer said: "I
am going down the coast as far as the mouth of the Volta, where
Captain Glover is organizing another expedition. You will not be
wanted on shore just at present, and a week's rest will do you
good; what do you say to coming down with me -- it will give you
a little change and variety?"</p>

<p>Frank accepted the invitation with pleasure. An hour later the
<i>Decoy</i>'s boat came alongside, and Frank took his place on
board it, Ostik following with his clothes. An hour later the
<i>Decoy</i> got up her anchor and steamed down the coast. It was
delightful to Frank, sitting in a large wicker work chair in the
shade of the awning, watching the distant shore and chatting with
the officers. He had much to hear of what had taken place in
England since he left, and they on their part were equally eager
to learn about the road along which they would have to march --
at least those of them who were fortunate enough to be appointed
to the naval brigade -- and the wonders of the barbarian capital.
The <i>Decoy</i> was not fast, about six knots being her average
pace of steaming; however, no one was in a hurry; there would be
nothing to do until the troops arrived from England; and to all,
a trip down the coast was a pleasant change after the long
monotony of rolling at anchor. For some distance from Cape Coast
the shore was flat, but further on the country became hilly. Some
of the undulations reached a considerable height, the highest,
Mamquady, being over two thousand feet.</p>

<p>"That ought to be a very healthy place," Frank said. "I should
think that a sanatorium established there would be an immense
boon to the whites all along the coasts."</p>

<p>"One would think so," an officer replied "but I'm told that
those hills are particularly unhealthy. That fellow you see
jutting out is said to be extremely rich in gold. Over and over
again parties have been formed to dig there, but they have always
suffered so terribly from fever that they have had to relinquish
the attempt. The natives suffer as well as the whites. I believe
that the formation is granite, the surface of which is much
decomposed; and it is always found here that the turning up of
ground that has not been disturbed for many years is extremely
unhealthy, and decomposing granite possesses some element
particularly obnoxious to health. The natives, of course, look
upon the mountain as a fetish, and believe that an evil spirit
guards it. The superstition of the negroes is wonderful, and at
Accra they are, if possible, more superstitious than anywhere
else. Every one believes that every malady under the sun is
produced by fetish, and that some enemy is casting spells upon
them."</p>

<p>"There is more in it than you think," the doctor joined in;
"although it is not spells, but poison, which they use against
each other. The use of poison is carried to an incredible extent
here. I have not been much on shore; but the medical men, both
civilian and military, who have been here any time are convinced
that a vast number of the deaths that take place are due to
poison. The fetish men and women who are the vendors of these
drugs keep as a profound secret their origin and nature, but it
is certain that many of them are in point of secrecy and celerity
equal to those of the middle ages."</p>

<p>"I wonder that the doctors have never discovered what plants
they get them from," Frank said.</p>

<p>"Some of them have tried to do so," the doctor replied; "but
have invariably died shortly after commencing their experiments;
it is believed they have been poisoned by the fetish men in order
to prevent their secrets being discovered."</p>

<p>The hours passed pleasurably. The beautiful neatness and order
prevailing on board a man of war were specially delightful to
Frank after the rough life he had so long led, and the silence
and discipline of the men presented an equally strong contrast to
the incessant chattering and noise kept up by the niggers.</p>

<p>The next morning the ship was off Accra. Here the scenery had
entirely changed. The hills had receded, and a wide and slightly
undulating plain extended to their feet, some twelve miles back.
The captain was going to land, as he had some despatches for the
colony, and he invited Frank to accompany him. They did not, as
Frank expected, land in a man of war's boat, but in a surf boat,
which, upon their hoisting a signal, came out to them. These surf
boats are large and very wide and flat. They are paddled by ten
or twelve negroes, who sit upon the gunwale. These men work
vigorously, and the boats travel at a considerable pace. Each
boat has a stroke peculiar to itself. Some paddle hard for six
strokes and then easy for an equal number. Some will take two or
three hard and then one easy. The steersman stands in the stern
and steers with an oar. He or one of the crew keeps up a
monotonous song, to which the crew reply in chorus, always in
time with their paddling.</p>

<p>The surf is heavy at Accra and Frank held his breath, as,
after waiting for a favorable moment, the steersman gave the sign
and the boat darted in at lightning speed on the top of a great
wave, and ran up on the beach in the midst of a whirl of white
foam.</p>

<p>While the captain went up to Government House, Frank,
accompanied by one of the young officers who had also come
ashore, took a stroll through the town. The first thing that
struck him was the extraordinary number of pigs. These animals
pervaded the whole place. They fed in threes and fours in the
middle of the streets. They lay everywhere in the road, across
the doors, and against the walls. They quarreled energetically
inside lanes and courtyards, and when worsted in their disputes
galloped away grunting, careless whom they might upset. The
principal street of Accra was an amusing sight. Some effort had
been made to keep it free of the filth and rubbish which
everywhere else abounded. Both sides were lined by salesmen and
women sitting on little mats upon the low wooden stools used as
seats in Africa. The goods were contained in wooden trays. Here
were dozens of women offering beads for sale of an unlimited
variety of form and hue. They varied from the tiny opaque beads
of all colors used by English children for their dolls, to great
cylindrical beads of variegated hues as long and as thick as the
joint of a finger. The love of the Africans for beads is
surprising. The women wear them round the wrists, the neck, and
the ankles. The occupation of threading the little beads is one
of their greatest pleasures. The threads used are narrow fibers
of palm leaves, which are very strong. The beads, however, are of
unequal sizes, and no African girl who has any respect for her
personal appearance will put on a string of beads until she has,
with great pains and a good deal of skill, rubbed them with sand
and water until all the projecting beads are ground down, and the
whole are perfectly smooth and even.</p>

<p>Next in number to the dealers in beads were those who sold
calico, or, as it is called in Africa, cloth, and gaudily colored
kerchiefs for the head. These three articles -- beads, cotton
cloth, and colored handkerchiefs -- complete the list of articles
required for the attire and adornment of males and females in
Africa. Besides these goods, tobacco, in dried leaves, short clay
pipes, knives, small looking glasses, and matches were offered
for sale. The majority of the saleswomen, however, were dealers
in eatables, dried fish, smoked fish, canki -- which is a
preparation of ground corn wrapped up in palm leaves in the shape
of paste -- eggs, fowls, kids, cooked meats in various forms,
stews, boiled pork, fried knobs of meat, and other native
delicacies, besides an abundance of seeds, nuts, and other
vegetable productions.</p>

<p>After walking for some time through the streets Frank and his
companions returned to the boat, where, half an hour later, the
captain joined them, and, putting off to the <i>Decoy</i>, they
continued the voyage down the coast.</p>

<p>The next morning they weighed anchor off Addah, a village at
the mouth of the Volta. They whistled for a surf boat, but it was
some time before one put out. When she was launched it was
doubtful whether she would be able to make her way through the
breaking water. The surf was much heavier here than it had been
at Accra, and each wave threw the boat almost perpendicularly
into the air, so that only a few feet of the end of the keel
touched the water. Still she struggled on, although so long was
she in getting through the surf that those on board the ship
thought several times that she must give it up as impracticable.
At last, however, she got through; the paddlers waited for a
minute to recover from their exertions, and then made out to the
<i>Decoy</i>. None of the officers had ever landed here, and
several of them obtained leave to accompany the captain on shore.
Frank was one of the party. After what they had seen of the
difficulty which the boat had in getting out, all looked somewhat
anxiously at the surf as they approached the line where the great
smooth waves rolled over and broke into boiling foam. The
steersman stood upon the seat in the stern, in one hand holding
his oar, in the other his cap. For some time he stood half turned
round, looking attentively seaward, while the boat lay at rest
just outside the line of breakers. Suddenly he waved his cap and
gave a shout. It was answered by the crew. Every man dashed his
paddle into the water. Desperately they rowed, the steersman
encouraging them by wild yells. A gigantic wave rolled in behind
the boat, and looked for a moment as if she would break into it,
but she rose on it just as it turned over, and for an instant was
swept along amidst a cataract of white foam, with the speed of an
arrow. The next wave was a small one, and ere a third reached it
the boat grounded on the sand. A dozen men rushed out into the
water. The passengers threw themselves anyhow on to their backs,
and in a minute were standing perfectly dry upon the beach.</p>

<p>They learned that Captain Glover's camp was half a mile
distant, and at once set out for it. Upon the way up to the camp
they passed hundreds of negroes, who had arrived in the last day
or two, and had just received their arms. Some were squatted on
the ground cooking and resting themselves. Others were examining
their new weapons, oiling and removing every spot of rust, and
occasionally loading and firing them off. The balls whizzed
through the air in all directions. The most stringent orders had
been given forbidding this dangerous nuisance; but nothing can
repress the love of negroes for firing off guns. There were large
numbers of women among them; these had acted as carriers on their
journey to the camp; for among the coast tribes, as among the
Ashantis, it is the proper thing when the warriors go out on the
warpath, that the women should not permit them to carry anything
except their guns until they approach the neighborhood of the
enemy.</p>

<p>The party soon arrived at the camp, which consisted of some
bell tents and the little huts of a few hundred natives. This,
indeed, was only the place where the latter were first received
and armed, and they were then sent up the river in the steamboat
belonging to the expedition, to the great camp some thirty miles
higher.</p>

<p>The expedition consisted only of some seven or eight English
officers. Captain Glover of the royal navy was in command, with
Mr. Goldsworthy and Captain Sartorius as his assistants. There
were four other officers, two doctors, and an officer of
commissariat. This little body had the whole work of drilling and
keeping in order some eight or ten thousand men. They were
generals, colonels, sergeants, quartermasters, storekeepers, and
diplomatists, all at once, and from daybreak until late at night
were incessantly at work. There were at least a dozen petty kings
in camp, all of whom had to be kept in a good temper, and this
was by no means the smallest of Captain Glover's difficulties, as
upon the slightest ground for discontent each of these was ready
at once to march away with his followers. The most reliable
portion of Captain Glover's force were some 250 Houssas, and as
many Yorabas. In addition to all their work with the native
allies, the officers of the expedition had succeeded in drilling
both these bodies until they had obtained a very fair amount of
discipline.</p>

<p>After strolling through the camp the visitors went to look on
at the distribution of arms and accouterments to a hundred
freshly arrived natives. They were served out with blue smocks,
made of serge, and blue nightcaps, which had the result of
transforming a fine looking body of natives, upright in carriage,
and graceful in their toga-like attire, into a set of awkward
looking, clumsy negroes. A haversack, water bottle, belts, cap
pouch, and ammunition pouch, were also handed to each to their
utter bewilderment, and it was easy to foresee that at the end of
the first day's march the whole of these, to them utterly useless
articles, would be thrown aside. They brightened up, however,
when the guns were delivered to them. The first impulse of each
was to examine his piece carefully, to try its balance by taking
aim at distant objects, then to carefully rub off any little spot
of rust that could be detected, lastly to take out the ramrod and
let it fall into the barrel, to judge by the ring whether it was
clean inside.</p>

<p>Thence the visitors strolled away to watch a number of Houssas
in hot pursuit of some bullocks, which were to be put on board
the steamers and taken up the river to the great camp. These had
broken loose in the night, and the chase was an exciting one.
Although some fifty or sixty men were engaged in the hunt it took
no less than four hours to capture the requisite number, and
seven Houssas were more or less injured by the charges of the
desperate little animals, which possessed wonderful strength and
endurance, although no larger than moderate sized donkeys. They
were only captured at last by hoops being thrown over their
horns, and even when thrown down required the efforts of five or
six men to tie them. They were finally got to the wharf by two
men each: one went ahead with the rope attached to the animal's
horn, the other kept behind, holding a rope fastened to one of
the hind legs. Every bull made the most determined efforts to get
at the man in front, who kept on at a run, the animal being
checked when it got too close by the man behind pulling at its
hind leg. When it turned to attack him the man in front again
pulled at his rope. So most of them were brought down to the
landing place, and there with great difficulty again thrown down,
tied, and carried bodily on board. Some of them were so
unmanageable that they had to be carried all the way down to the
landing place. If English cattle possessed the strength and
obstinate fury of these little animals, Copenhagen Fields would
have to be removed farther from London, or the entrance swept by
machine guns, for a charge of the cattle would clear the streets
of London.</p>

<p>After spending an amusing day on shore, the party returned on
board ship. Captain Glover's expedition, although composed of
only seven or eight English officers and costing the country
comparatively nothing, accomplished great things, but its doings
were almost ignored by England. Crossing the river they
completely defeated the native tribes there, who were in alliance
with the Ashantis, after some hard fighting, and thus prevented
an invasion of our territory on that side. In addition to this
they pushed forward into the interior and absolutely arrived at
Coomassie two days after Sir Garnet Wolseley.</p>

<p>It is true that the attention of the Ashantis was so much
occupied by the advance of the white force that they paid but
little attention to that advancing from the Volta; but none the
less is the credit due to the indomitable perseverance and the
immensity of the work accomplished by Captain Glover and his
officers. Alone and single handed, they overcame all the enormous
difficulties raised by the apathy, indolence, and self importance
of the numerous petty chiefs whose followers constituted the
army, infused something of their own spirit among their
followers, and persuaded them to march without white allies
against the hitherto invincible army of the Ashantis. Not a tithe
of the credit due to them has been given to the officers of this
little force.</p>

<p>Captain Glover invited his visitors to pass the night on
shore, offering to place a tent at their disposal; but the
mosquitoes are so numerous and troublesome along the swampy shore
of the Volta that the invitations were declined, and the whole
party returned on board the <i>Decoy</i>. Next day the anchor was
hove and the ship's head turned to the west; and two days later,
after a pleasant and uneventful voyage, she was again off Cape
Coast, and Frank, taking leave of his kind entertainers, returned
on shore and reported himself as ready to perform any duty that
might be assigned to him.</p>

<p>Until the force advanced, he had nothing to do, and spent a
good deal of his time watching the carriers starting with
provisions for the Prah, and the doings of the negroes.</p>

<p>The order had now been passed by the chiefs at a meeting
called by Sir Garnet, that every able bodied man should work as a
carrier, and while parties of men were sent to the villages round
to fetch in people thence, hunts took place in Cape Coast itself.
Every negro found in the streets was seized by the police;
protestation, indignation, and resistance, were equally in vain.
An arm or the loin cloth was firmly griped, and the victim was
run into the castle yard, amid the laughter of the lookers on,
who consisted, after the first quarter of an hour, of women only.
Then the search began in the houses, the chiefs indicating the
localities in which men were likely to be found. Some police were
set to watch outside while others went in to search. The women
would at once deny that anyone was there, but a door was pretty
sure to be found locked, and upon this being broken open the
fugitive would be found hiding under a pile of clothes or mats.
Sometimes he would leap through the windows, sometimes take to
the flat roof, and as the houses join together in the most
confused way the roofs offered immense facilities for escape, and
most lively chases took place.</p>

<p>No excuses or pretences availed. A man seen limping painfully
along the street would, after a brief examination of his leg to
see if there was any external mark which would account for the
lameness, be sent at a round trot down the road, amid peals of
laughter from the women and girls looking on.</p>

<p>The indignation of some of the men thus seized, loaded and
sent up country under a strong escort, was very funny, and their
astonishment in some cases altogether unfeigned. Small
shopkeepers who had never supposed that they would be called upon
to labor for the defense of their freedom and country, found
themselves with a barrel of pork upon their heads and a policeman
with a loaded musket by their side proceeding up country for an
indefinite period. A school teacher was missing, and was found to
have gone up with a case of ammunition. Casual visitors from down
the coast had their stay prolonged.</p>

<p>Lazy Sierra Leone men, discharged by their masters for
incurable idleness, and living doing nothing, earning nothing,
kept by the kindness of friends and the aid of an occasional
petty theft, found themselves, in spite of the European cut of
their clothes, groaning under the weight of cases of preserved
provisions.</p>

<p>Everywhere the town was busy and animated, but it was in the
castle courtyard Frank found most amusement. Here of a morning a
thousand negroes would be gathered, most of them men sent down
from Dunquah, forming part of our native allied army. Their
costumes were various but scant, their colors all shades of brown
up to the deepest black. Their faces were all in a grin of
amusement. The noise of talking and laughing was immense. All
were squatted upon the ground, in front of each was a large keg
labelled "pork." Among them moved two or three commissariat
officers in gray uniforms. At the order, "Now then, off with
you," the negroes would rise, take off their cloths, wrap them
into pads, lift the barrels on to their heads, and go off at a
brisk pace; the officer perhaps smartening up the last to leave
with a cut with his stick, which would call forth a scream of
laughter from all the others.</p>

<p>When all the men had gone, the turn of the women came, and of
these two or three hundred, who had been seated chattering and
laughing against the walls, would now come forward and stoop to
pick up the bags of biscuit laid out for them. Their appearance
was most comical when they stooped to their work, their
prodigious bustles forming an apex. At least two out of every
three had babies seated on these bustles, kept firm against their
backs by the cloth tightly wrapped round the mother's body. But
from the attitudes of the mothers the position was now reversed,
the little black heads hanging downwards upon the dark brown
backs of the women. These were always in the highest state of
good temper, often indulging when not at work in a general dance,
and continually singing, and clapping their hands.</p>

<p>After the women had been got off three or four hundred boys
and girls, of from eleven to fourteen years old, would start with
small kegs of rice or meat weighing from twenty-five to
thirty-five pounds. These small kegs had upon their first arrival
been a cause of great bewilderment and annoyance to the
commissariat officers, for no man or woman, unless by profession
a juggler, could balance two long narrow barrels on the head. At
last the happy idea struck an officer of the department that the
children of the place might be utilized for the purpose. No
sooner was it known that boys and girls could get half men's
wages for carrying up light loads, than there was a perfect rush
of the juvenile population. Three hundred applied the first
morning, four hundred the next. The glee of the youngsters was
quite exuberant. All were accustomed to carry weights, such as
great jars of water and baskets of yams, far heavier than those
they were now called to take up the country; and the novel
pleasure of earning money and of enjoying an expedition up the
country delighted them immensely.</p>

<p>Bullocks were now arriving from other parts of the coast, and
although these would not live for any time at Cape Coast, it was
thought they would do so long enough to afford the expedition a
certain quantity of fresh meat; Australian meat, and salt pork,
though valuable in their way, being poor food to men whose
appetites are enfeebled by heat and exhaustion.</p>

<p>It was not till upwards of six weeks after the fight at Abra
Crampa that the last of the Ashanti army crossed the Prah. When
arriving within a short distance of that river they had been met
by seven thousand fresh troops, who had been sent by the king
with orders that they were not to return until they had driven
the English into the sea. Ammon Quatia's army, however, although
still, from the many reinforcements it had received, nearly
twenty thousand strong, positively refused to do any more
fighting until they had been home and rested, and their tales of
the prowess of the white troops so checked the enthusiasm of the
newcomers, that these decided to return with the rest.</p>

<h1 align="CENTER"><a name="CHAPTER_XXI"></a>CHAPTER XXI: THE
ADVANCE TO THE PRAH</h1>

<p>A large body of natives were now kept at work on the road up
to the Prah. The swamps were made passable by bundles of
brushwood thrown into them, the streams were bridged and huts
erected for the reception of the white troops. These huts were
constructed of bamboo, the beds being made of lattice work of the
same material, and were light and cool.</p>

<p>On the 9th of December the <i>Himalaya</i> and <i>Tamar</i>
arrived, having on board the 23d Regiment, a battalion of the
Rifle Brigade, a battery of artillery, and a company of
engineers. On the 18th, the <i>Surmatian</i> arrived with the
42d. All these ships were sent off for a cruise, with orders to
return on the 1st of January, when the troops were to be landed.
A large number of officers arrived a few days later to assist in
the organization of the transport corps.</p>

<p>Colonel Wood and Major Russell were by this time on the Prah
with their native regiments. These were formed principally of
Houssas, Cossoos, and men of other fighting Mahomedan tribes who
had been brought down the coast, together with companies from
Bonny and some of the best of the Fantis. The rest of the Fanti
forces had been disbanded, as being utterly useless for fighting
purposes, and had been turned into carriers.</p>

<p>On the 26th of December Frank started with the General's staff
for the front. The journey to the Prah was a pleasant one. The
stations had been arranged at easy marches from each other. At
each of these, six huts for the troops, each capable of holding
seventy men, had been built, together with some smaller huts for
officers. Great filters formed of iron tanks with sand and
charcoal at the bottom, the invention of Captain Crease, R.M.A.,
stood before the huts, with tubs at which the native bearers
could quench their thirst. Along by the side of the road a single
telegraph wire was supported on bamboos fifteen feet long.</p>

<p>Passing through Assaiboo they entered the thick bush. The
giant cotton trees had now shed their light feathery foliage,
resembling that of an acacia, and the straight, round, even
trunks looked like the skeletons of some giant or primeval
vegetation rising above the sea of foliage below. White lilies,
pink flowers of a bulbous plant, clusters of yellow acacia
blossoms, occasionally brightened the roadside, and some of the
old village clearings were covered with a low bush bearing a
yellow blossom, and convolvuli white, buff, and pink. The second
night the party slept at Accroful, and the next day marched
through Dunquah. This was a great store station, but the white
troops were not to halt there. It had been a large town, but the
Ashantis had entirely destroyed it, as well as every other
village between the Prah and the coast. Every fruit tree in the
clearing had also been destroyed, and at Dunquah they had even
cut down a great cotton tree which was looked upon as a fetish by
the Fantis. It had taken them seven days' incessant work to
overthrow this giant of the forest.</p>

<p>The next halting place was Yancoomassie. When approaching
Mansue the character of the forest changed. The undergrowth
disappeared and the high trees grew thick and close. The
plantain, which furnishes an abundant supply of fruit to the
natives and had sustained the Ashanti army during its stay south
of the Prah, before abundant, extended no further. Mansue stood,
like other native villages, on rising ground, but the heavy rains
which still fell every day and the deep swamps around rendered it
a most unhealthy station.</p>

<p>Beyond Mansue the forest was thick and gloomy. There was
little undergrowth, but a perfect wilderness of climbers
clustered round the trees, twisting in a thousand fantastic
windings, and finally running down to the ground, where they took
fresh root and formed props to the dead tree their embrace had
killed. Not a flower was to be seen, but ferns grew by the
roadside in luxuriance. Butterflies were scarce, but dragonflies
darted along like sparks of fire. The road had the advantage of
being shady and cool, but the heavy rain and traffic had made it
everywhere slippery, and in many places inches deep in mud, while
all the efforts of the engineers and working parties had failed
to overcome the swamps.</p>

<p>It was a relief to the party when they emerged from the
forests into the little clearings where villages had once stood,
for the gloom and quiet of the great forest weighed upon the
spirits. The monotonous <i>too too</i> of the doves -- not a slow
dreamy cooing like that of the English variety, but a sharp quick
note repeated in endless succession -- alone broke the hush. The
silence, the apparently never ending forest, the monotony of rank
vegetation, the absence of a breath of wind to rustle a leaf,
were most oppressive, and the feeling was not lessened by the
dampness and heaviness of the air, and the malarious exhalation
and smell of decaying vegetation arising from the swamps.</p>

<p>Sootah was the station beyond Mansue, beyond this Assin and
Barracoo. Beyond Sootah the odors of the forest became much more
unpleasant, for at Fazoo they passed the scene of the conflict
between Colonel Wood's regiment and the retiring Ashantis. In the
forest beyond this were the remains of a great camp of the
enemy's, which extended for miles, and hence to the Prah large
numbers of Ashantis had dropped by the way or had crawled into
the forest to die, smitten by disease or rifle balls.</p>

<p>There was a general feeling of pleasure as the party emerged
from the forest into the large open camp at Prahsue. This
clearing was twenty acres in extent, and occupied an isthmus
formed by a loop of the river. The 2d West Indians were encamped
here, and huts had been erected under the shade of some lofty
trees for the naval brigade. In the center was a great square. On
one side were the range of huts for the general and his staff.
Two sides of the square were formed by the huts for the white
troops. On the fourth was the hospital, the huts for the
brigadier and his staff, and the post office. Upon the river bank
beyond the square were the tents of the engineers and Rait's
battery of artillery, and the camps of Wood's and Russell's
regiments. The river, some seventy yards wide, ran round three
sides of the camp thirty feet below its level.</p>

<p>The work which the engineers had accomplished was little less
than marvelous. Eighty miles of road had been cut and cleared,
every stream, however insignificant, had been bridged, and
attempts made to corduroy every swamp. This would have been no
great feat through a soft wood forest with the aid of good
workmen. Here, however, the trees were for the most part of
extremely hard wood, teak and mahogany forming the majority. The
natives had no idea of using an axe. Their only notion of felling
a tree was to squat down beside it and give it little hacking
chops with a large knife or a sabre.</p>

<p>With such means and such men as these the mere work of cutting
and making the roads and bridging the streams was enormous. But
not only was this done but the stations were all stockaded, and
huts erected for the reception of four hundred and fifty men and
officers, and immense quantities of stores, at each post. Major
Home, commanding the engineers, was the life and soul of the
work, and to him more than any other man was the expedition
indebted for its success. He was nobly seconded by Buckle, Bell,
Mann, Cotton, Skinner, Bates and Jeykyll, officers of his own
corps, and by Hearle of the marines, and Hare of the 22d,
attached to them. Long before daylight his men were off to their
work, long after nightfall they returned utterly exhausted to
camp.</p>

<p>Upon the 1st of January, 1874, Sir Garnet Wolseley, with his
staff, among whom Frank was now reckoned, reached the Prah.
During the eight days which elapsed before the white troops came
up Frank found much to amuse him. The engineers were at work,
aided by the sailors of the naval brigade, which arrived two days
after the general, in erecting a bridge across the Prah. The
sailors worked, stripped to the waist, in the muddy water of the
river, which was about seven feet deep in the middle. When tired
of watching these he would wander into the camp of the native
regiments, and chat with the men, whose astonishment at finding a
young Englishman able to converse in their language, for the
Fanti and Ashanti dialects differ but little, was unbounded.
Sometimes he would be sent for to headquarters to translate to
Captain Buller, the head of the intelligence department, the
statements of prisoners brought in by the scouts, who, under Lord
Gifford, had penetrated many miles beyond the Prah.</p>

<p>Everywhere these found dead bodies by the side of the road,
showing the state to which the Ashanti army was reduced in its
retreat. The prisoners brought in were unanimous in saying that
great uneasiness had been produced at Coomassie by the news of
the advance of the British to the Prah. The king had written to
Ammon Quatia, severely blaming him for his conduct of the
campaign, and for the great loss of life among his army.</p>

<p>All sorts of portents were happening at Coomassie, to the
great disturbance of the mind of the people. Some of those
related singularly resembled those said to have occurred before
the capture of Rome by the Goths. An aerolite had fallen in the
marketplace of Coomassie, and, still more strange, a child was
born which was at once able to converse fluently. This youthful
prodigy was placed in a room by itself, with guards around it to
prevent anyone having converse with the supernatural visitant. In
the morning, however, it was gone, and in its place was found a
bundle of dead leaves. The fetish men having been consulted
declared that this signified that Coomassie itself would
disappear, and would become nothing but a bundle of dead leaves.
This had greatly exercised the credulous there.</p>

<p>Two days after his arrival Frank went down at sunset to bathe
in the river. He had just reached the bank when he heard a cry
among some white soldiers bathing there, and was just in time to
see one of them pulled under water by an alligator, which had
seized him by the leg. Frank had so often heard what was the best
thing to do that he at once threw off his Norfolk jacket, plunged
into the stream, and swam to the spot where the eddy on the
surface showed that a struggle was going on beneath. The water
was too muddy to see far through it, but Frank speedily came upon
the alligator, and finding its eyes, shoved his thumbs into them.
In an instant the creature relaxed his hold of his prey and made
off, and Frank, seizing the wounded man, swam with him to shore
amid the loud cheers of the sailors. The soldier, who proved to
be a marine, was insensible, and his leg was nearly severed above
the ankle. He soon recovered consciousness, and, being carried to
the camp, his leg was amputated below the knee, and he was soon
afterwards taken down to the coast.</p>

<p>It had been known that there were alligators in the river, a
young one about a yard long having been captured and tied up like
a dog in the camp, with a string round its neck. But it was
thought that the noise of building the bridge, and the movement
on the banks, would have driven them away. After this incident
bathing was for the most part abandoned.</p>

<p>The affair made Frank a great favorite in the naval brigade,
and of a night he would, after dinner, generally repair there,
and sit by the great bonfires, which the tars kept up, and listen
to the jovial choruses which they raised around them.</p>

<p>Two days after the arrival of Sir Garnet, an ambassador came
down from the king with a letter, inquiring indignantly why the
English had attacked the Ashanti troops, and why they had
advanced to the Prah. An opportunity was taken to impress him
with the nature of the English arms. A Gatling gun was placed on
the river bank, and its fire directed upon the surface, and the
fountain of water which rose as the steady stream of bullets
struck its surface astonished, and evidently filled with awe, the
Ashanti ambassador. On the following day this emissary took his
departure for Coomassie with a letter to the king.</p>

<p>On the 12th the messengers returned with an unsatisfactory
answer to Sir Garnet's letter; they brought with them Mr. Kuhne,
one of the German missionaries. He said that it was reported in
Coomassie that twenty thousand out of the forty thousand Ashantis
who had crossed the Prah had died. It is probable that this was
exaggerated, but Mr. Kuhne had counted two hundred and
seventy-six men carrying boxes containing the bones of chiefs and
leading men. As these would have fared better than the common
herd they would have suffered less from famine and dysentery. The
army had for the most part broken up into small parties and gone
to their villages. The wrath of the king was great, and all the
chiefs who accompanied the army had been fined and otherwise
punished. Mr. Kuhne said that when Sir Garnet's letter arrived,
the question of peace or war had been hotly contested at a
council. The chiefs who had been in the late expedition were
unanimous in deprecating any further attempt to contend with the
white man. Those who had remained at home, and who knew nothing
of the white man's arms, or white man's valor, were for war
rather than surrender.</p>

<p>Mr. Kuhne was unable to form any opinion what the final
determination would be. The German missionary had no doubt been
restored as a sort of peace offering. He was in a bad state of
health, and as his brother and his brother's wife were among the
captives, the Ashanti monarch calculated that anxiety for the
fate of his relatives would induce him to argue as strongly as
possible in favor of peace.</p>

<p>Frank left the camp on the Prah some days before the arrival
of the white troops, having moved forward with the scouts under
Lord Gifford, to whom his knowledge of the country and language
proved very valuable. The scouts did their work well. The
Ashantis were in considerable numbers, but fell back gradually
without fighting. Russell's regiment were in support, and they
pressed forward until they neared the foot of the Adansee Hills.
On the 16th Rait's artillery and Wood's regiment were to advance
with two hundred men of the 2d West Indians. The Naval Brigade,
the Rifle Brigade, the 42d, and a hundred men of the 23d would be
up on the Prah on the 17th.</p>

<p>News came down that fresh portents had happened at Coomassie.
The word signifies the town under the tree, the town being so
called because its founder sat under a broad tree, surrounded by
his warriors, while he laid out the plan of the future town. The
marketplace was situated round the tree, which became the great
fetish tree of the town, under which human sacrifices were
offered. On the 6th, the day upon which Sir Garnet sent his
ultimatum to the king, a bird of ill omen was seen to perch upon
it, and half an hour afterwards a tornado sprang up and the
fetish tree was levelled to the ground. This caused an immense
sensation in Coomassie, which was heightened when Sir Garnet's
letter arrived, and proved to be dated upon the day upon which
the fetish tree had fallen.</p>

<p>The Adansee Hills are very steep and covered with trees, but
without undergrowth. It had been supposed that the Ashantis would
make their first stand here. Lord Gifford led the way up with the
scouts, Russell's regiment following behind. Frank accompanied
Major Russell. When Gifford neared the crest a priest came
forward with five or six supporters and shouted to him to go
back, for that five thousand men were waiting there to destroy
them. Gifford paused for a moment to allow Russell with his
regiment to come within supporting distance, and then made a rush
with his scouts for the crest. It was found deserted, the priest
and his followers having fled hastily, when they found that
neither curses nor the imaginary force availed to prevent the
British from advancing.</p>

<p>The Adansee Hills are about six hundred feet high. Between
them and the Prah the country was once thick with towns and
villages inhabited by the Assins. These people, however, were so
harassed by the Ashantis that they were forced to abandon their
country and settle in the British protectorate south of the
Prah.</p>

<p>Had the Adansee Hills been held by European troops the
position would have been extremely strong. A hill if clear of
trees is of immense advantage to men armed with rifles and
supported by artillery, but to men armed only with guns carrying
slugs a distance of fifty yards, the advantage is not marked,
especially when, as is the case with the Ashantis, they always
fire high. The crest of the hill was very narrow, indeed a mere
saddle, with some eight or ten yards only of level ground between
the steep descents on either side. From this point the scouts
perceived the first town in the territory of the King of Adansee,
one of the five great kings of Ashanti. The scouts and Russell's
regiment halted on the top of the hill, and the next morning the
scouts went out skirmishing towards Queesa. The war drum could be
heard beating in the town, but no opposition was offered. It was
not, however, considered prudent to push beyond the foot of the
hill until more troops came up. The scouts therefore contented
themselves with keeping guard, while for the next four days
Russell's men and the engineers labored incessantly, as they had
done all the way from the Prah, in making the road over the hill
practicable.</p>

<p>During this time the scouts often pushed up close to Queesa,
and reported that the soldiers and population were fast deserting
the town. On the fifth day it was found to be totally deserted,
and Major Russell moved the headquarters of his regiment down
into it. The white officers were much surprised with the
structure of the huts of this place, which was exactly similar to
that of those of Coomassie, with their red clay, their alcoved
bed places, and their little courts one behind the other. Major
Russell established himself in the chief's palace, which was
exactly like the other houses except that the alcoves were very
lofty, and their roofs supported by pillars. These, with their
red paint, their arabesque adornments, and their quaint
character, gave the courtyard the precise appearance of an
Egyptian temple.</p>

<p>The question whether the Ashantis would or would not fight was
still eagerly debated. Upon the one hand it was urged that if the
Ashantis had meant to attack us they would have disputed every
foot of the passage through the woods after we had once crossed
the Prah. Had they done so it may be confidently affirmed that we
could never have got to Coomassie. Their policy should have been
to avoid any pitched battle, but to throng the woods on either
side, continually harassing the troops on their march, preventing
the men working on the roads, and rendering it impossible for the
carriers to go along unless protected on either side by lines of
troops. Even when unopposed it was difficult enough to keep the
carriers, who were constantly deserting, but had they been
exposed to continuous attacks there would have been no
possibility of keeping them together.</p>

<p>It was then a strong argument in favor of peace that we had
been permitted to advance thirty miles into their country without
a shot being fired. Upon the other hand no messengers had been
sent down to meet us, no ambassadors had brought messages from
the king. This silence was ominous; nor were other signs wanting.
At one place a fetish, consisting of a wooden gun and several
wooden daggers all pointing towards us, was placed in the middle
of the road. Several kids had been found buried in calabashes in
the path pierced through and through with stakes; while a short
distance outside Queesa the dead body of a slave killed and
mutilated but a few hours before we entered it was hanging from a
tree. Other fetishes of a more common sort were to be met at
every step, lines of worsted and cotton stretched across the
road, rags hung upon bushes, and other negro trumperies of the
same kind.</p>

<p>Five days later the Naval Brigade, with Wood's regiment and
Rait's battery, marched into Queesa, and the same afternoon the
whole marched forward to Fomana, the capital of Adansee, situated
half a mile only from Queesa. This was a large town capable of
containing some seven or eight thousand inhabitants. The
architecture was similar to that of Queesa, but the king's palace
was a large structure covering a considerable extent of ground.
Here were the apartments of the king himself, of his wives, the
fetish room, and the room for execution, still smelling horribly
of the blood with which the floor and walls were sprinkled. The
first and largest court of the palace had really an imposing
effect. It was some thirty feet square with an apartment or
alcove on each side. The roofs of these alcoves were supported by
columns about twenty-five feet high. As in all the buildings the
lower parts were of red clay, the upper of white, all being
covered with deep arabesque patterns.</p>

<p>Fomana was one of the most pleasant stations which the troops
had reached since leaving the coast. It lay high above the sea,
and the temperature was considerably lower than that of the
stations south of the hills. A nice breeze sprung up each day
about noon. The nights were comparatively free from fog, and the
town itself stood upon rising ground resembling in form an
inverted saucer. The streets were very wide, with large trees at
intervals every twenty or thirty yards along the middle of the
road.</p>

<h1 align="CENTER"><a name="CHAPTER_XXII"></a>CHAPTER XXII: THE
BATTLE OF AMOAFUL</h1>

<p>Two days after the arrival at Fomana the remaining members of
the German mission, two males, a female, and two children, were
sent in by the king with a letter containing many assurances of
his desire for peace, but making no mention of the stipulations
which Sir Garnet Wolseley had laid down. The advance was
therefore to continue. The rest of the troops came up, and on the
25th Russell's regiment advanced to Dompiassee, Wood's regiment
and Rait's battery joining him the next day. That afternoon the
first blood north of the Prah was shed. It being known that a
body of the enemy were collecting at a village a little off the
road the force moved against them. Lord Gifford led the way, as
usual, with his scouts. The enemy opened fire as soon as the
scouts appeared; but these, with the Houssa company of Russell's
regiment, rushed impetuously into the village, and the Ashantis
at once bolted. Two of them were killed and five taken
prisoners.</p>

<p>The next halting places of the advance troops were Kiang Bossu
and Ditchiassie. It was known now that Ammon Quatia was lying
with the Ashanti army at Amoaful, but five miles away, and
ambassadors arrived from the king finally declining to accept the
terms of peace. Russell's and Wood's regiments marched forward to
Quarman, within half a mile of the enemy's outposts. The white
troops came on to Insafoo, three miles behind. Quarman was
stockaded to resist an attack. Gordon with the Houssa company lay
a quarter of a mile in advance of the village, Gifford with his
scouts close to the edge of the wood. Major Home with the
engineers cut a wide path for the advance of the troops to within
a hundred yards of the village which the enemy held.</p>

<p>Every one knew that the great battle of the war would be
fought next morning. About half past seven on the morning of the
81st of January the 42d Regiment entered the village of Quarman,
and marched through without a halt. Then came Rait's artillery,
followed by the company of the 23d and by the Naval Brigade. The
plan of operations was as follows. The 42d Regiment would form
the main attacking force. They were to drive the enemy's scouts
out of Agamassie, the village in front, and were then to move
straight on, extending to the right and left, and, if possible,
advance in a skirmishing line through the bush. Rait's two little
guns were to be in their center moving upon the road itself. The
right column, consisting of half the Naval Brigade, with Wood's
regiment, now reduced by leaving garrisons at various posts along
the road to three companies, was to cut a path out to the right
and then to turn parallel with the main road, so that the head of
the column should touch the right of the skirmishing line of the
42d. The left column, consisting of the other half of the Naval
Brigade with the four companies of Russell's regiment, was to
proceed in similar fashion on the left. These columns would
therefore form two sides of a hollow square, protecting the 42d
from any of those flanking movements of which the Ashantis are so
fond. The company of the 23d was to proceed with the headquarter
staff. The Rifle Brigade were held in reserve.</p>

<p>Early in the morning Major Home cut the road to within thirty
yards of the village of Agamassie, and ascertained by listening
to the voices that there were not more than a score or so of men
in the village. Gifford had made a circuit in the woods, and had
ascertained that the Ashanti army was encamped on rising ground
across a stream behind the village.</p>

<p>Frank had been requested by Sir Garnet Wolseley to accompany
the 42d, as his knowledge of Ashanti tactics might be of value,
and he might be able by the shouts of the Ashantis to understand
the orders issued to them. The head of the 42d Regiment
experienced no opposition whatever until they issued from the
bush into the little clearing surrounding the village, which
consisted only of four or five houses. The Ashantis discharged
their muskets hastily as the first white men showed themselves,
but the fire of the leading files of the column quickly cleared
them away. The 42d pushed on through the village, and then
forming in skirmishing line, advanced. For the first two or three
hundred yards they encountered no serious opposition, and they
were then received by a tremendous fire from an unseen foe in
front. The left column had not gone a hundred yards before they
too came under fire. Captain Buckle of the Engineers, who was
with the Engineer laborers occupied in cutting the path ahead of
the advancing column, was shot through the heart. A similar
opposition was experienced by the right.</p>

<p>The roar of the fire was tremendous, so heavy indeed that all
sound of individual reports was lost, and the noise was one
hoarse hissing roar. Even the crack of Rait's guns was lost in
the general uproar, but the occasional rush of a rocket, of which
two troughs with parties of Rait's men accompanied each wing, was
distinctly audible.</p>

<p>The 42d could for a time make scarcely any way, and the
flanking columns were also brought to a stand. Owing to the
extreme thickness of the wood and their ignorance of the nature
of the ground these columns were unable to keep in their proper
position, and diverged considerably. The Ashantis, however, made
no effort to penetrate between them and the 42d. For an hour this
state of things continued. The company of the 23d advanced along
the main road to help to clear the bush, where the Ashantis still
fought stubbornly not two hundred yards from the village, while
two companies of the Rifle Brigade were sent up the left hand
road to keep touch with the rear of Russell's regiment.</p>

<p>When the fight commenced in earnest, and the 42d were brought
to a stand by the enemy, Frank lay down with the soldiers. Not a
foe could be seen, but the fire of the enemy broke out
incessantly from the bushes some twenty yards ahead. The air
above was literally alive with slugs and a perfect shower of
leaves continued to fall upon the path. So bewilderingly dense
was the bush that the men soon lost all idea of the points of the
compass, and fired in any direction from which the enemy's shots
came. Thus it happened that the sailors sent in complaints to the
general that the 23d and 42d were firing at them, while the 42d
and 23d made the same complaint against the Naval Brigade. Sir
Garnet, who had taken up his headquarters at the village, sent
out repeated instructions to the commanding officers to warn
their men to avoid this error.</p>

<p>For two hours the fight went on. Then the column to the left
found that the Ashantis in front of them had fallen back; they
had, however, altogether lost touch of the 42d. They were
accordingly ordered to cut a road to the northeast until they
came in contact with them. In doing so they came upon a partial
clearing, where a sharp opposition was experienced. The Houssas
carried the open ground at a rush, but the enemy, as usual,
opened a heavy fire from the edge of the bush. The Houssas were
recalled, and fire was opened with the rockets, which soon drove
the Ashantis back, and the cutting of the path was proceeded
with.</p>

<p>In the meantime the 42d was having a hard time of it. They had
fought their way to the edge of the swamp, beyond which lay an
immense Ashanti camp, and here the fire was so tremendously heavy
that the advance was again completely arrested. Not an enemy was
to be seen, but from every bush of the opposite side puffs of
smoke came thick and fast, and a perfect rain of slugs swept over
the ground on which they were lying. Here Rait's gun, for he was
only able from the narrowness of the path to bring one into
position, did splendid service. Advancing boldly in front of the
line of the 42d, ably assisted by Lieutenant Saunders, he poured
round after round of grape into the enemy until their fire
slackened a little, and the 42d, leaping to their feet, struggled
across the swamp, which was over knee deep. Step by step they won
their way through the camp and up the hill. Everywhere the dead
Ashantis lay in heaps, attesting the terrible effect of the
Snider fire and the determination with which they had fought.</p>

<p>Beyond the camp, upon the hills the bush was thicker than
ever, and here, where it was impossible for the white soldiers to
skirmish through the bush, the Ashantis made a last desperate
stand. The narrow lane up which alone the troops could pass was
torn as if by hail with the shower of slugs, while a large tree
which stood nearly in the center of the path and caused it
slightly to swerve, afforded some shelter to them from the storm
of bullets which the 42d sent back in return. Here Rait brought
his gun up again to the front and cleared the lane. The bush was
too thick even for the Ashantis. The gun stopped firing and with
a rush the regiment went up the narrow path and out into the open
clearing beyond. For a short time the Ashantis kept up a fire
from the houses, but the 42d soon drove them out, and a single
shot from the gun down the wide street which divided the town
into two portions, bursting in the midst of a group at the
further end, killed eight and drove all further idea of
resistance in that direction from their minds.</p>

<p>It was now about twelve o'clock; but although the Ashantis had
lost their camp and village, and had suffered terribly, they were
not yet finally beaten. They had moved the principal part of the
forces which had been engaged upon our left round to the right,
were pressing hard upon the column there and the 23d, and were
cutting in between the latter and the 42d, when a fortunate
accident enabled us to meet this attack more effectively. The
left column had cut its path rather too much to the east, and
came into the road between the 42d and 23d, forming a connecting
link between them; while the right column, having at last cut
away the whole of the brush wood in which the Ashantis had so
long wedged themselves between them and the road, were now in
direct communication with the 23d. They had been reinforced by a
company of the Rifle Brigade. Our front, therefore, was now
entirely changed, and faced east instead of north. The Ashantis
in vain tried to break the line, but desisted from their
efforts.</p>

<p>The firing died away, and it was thought that the battle was
over, when at about a quarter to one a tremendous fire broke out
from the rear of the column, showing that the Ashantis were
making a last and desperate effort to turn our flank, and to
retake the village from which we had driven them at eight in the
morning. So near was the rear of the column to the village that
the slugs fell fast into the reserve who were stationed there.
Three companies of the Rifles were sent up to strengthen the
line, and for three quarters of an hour the roar of the musketry
was as heavy and continuous as it had been at any time during the
day. Then, as the enemy's fire slackened, Sir Garnet gave the
word for the line to advance, sweeping round from the rear so as
to drive the enemy northwards before them.</p>

<p>The movement was admirably executed. The Bonny men of Wood's
regiment, who had fought silently and steadily all the time that
they had been on the defensive, now raised their shrill war cry,
and slinging their rifles and drawing their swords -- their
favorite weapons -- dashed forward like so many panthers let
loose. By their side, skirmishing as quietly and steadily as if
on parade, the men of the Rifle Brigade searched every bush with
their bullets, and in five minutes from the commencement of the
advance the Ashantis were in full and final retreat. The battle
ended at about half past one, having lasted five hours and a
half.</p>

<p>The Ashantis were supposed to have had from fifteen to twenty
thousand men in the field. What their loss was could not
accurately be calculated, as they carry off their dead as fast as
they fall; but where rushes were made by our troops, as they had
not time to do this, they lay everywhere thick on the ground. By
the most moderate computation they must have lost over two
thousand. Ammon Quatia himself was killed, as well as Aboo, one
of the six great tributary kings. The body of the king's chief
executioner was also pointed out by some of the prisoners. They
fought with extraordinary pluck and resolution, as was shown by
the fact that although wretchedly armed, for upwards of five
hours they resisted the attack of troops armed with breech
loaders, and supported by guns and rockets. Their position was a
good one, and they had, no doubt, calculated upon coming down
upon us from the rising ground, either on the flank or rear, with
advantage, should we succeed in pushing forward.</p>

<p>Upon our side the loss in killed was very slight, not
exceeding eight or ten. The 42d out of a total of four hundred
and fifty had a hundred and four wounded, of whom eight were
officers. In the right hand column, Colonel Wood, six naval
officers, and twenty men of the Naval Brigade, with many of the
native regiment, were wounded. Of the sixty engineer laborers
twenty were wounded; while of their five officers Captain Buckle
was killed, Major Home and Lieutenant Hare wounded, together with
several of their white soldiers. Altogether our casualties
exceeded two hundred and fifty. Fortunately but a small
proportion of the wounds were serious.</p>

<p>While the battle was raging at one o'clock Quarman was
attacked by a strong body of Ashantis coming from the west,
probably forming part of Essarman Quatia's force. Captain
Burnett, who was in command, having under him Lieutenant Jones of
the 2d West Indian regiment, and thirty-five men of that corps
and a few natives, conducted the defense, and was well seconded
by his men. Although the attacking force was very greatly
superior, and took the little garrison by surprise -- for they
did not expect, while a great battle was raging within a distance
of a mile, that the Ashantis would be able to spare a force to
attack a detached party -- the garrison defended itself with
great gallantry and complete success, not only beating off the
enemy whenever they attacked, but sallying out and assisting to
bring in a convoy of stores which was close at hand when the
attack began.</p>

<p>Amoaful was a town capable of containing two or three thousand
inhabitants. Great quantities of grain and coarse flour were
found here. These were done up in bundles of dried plantain
leaves, each bundle weighing from five to fifteen pounds. This
capture was of great service to the commissariat, as it afforded
an abundant supply of excellent food for the carriers. The troops
were in high spirits that night. They had won a battle fought
under extreme difficulty, and that with a minimum of loss in
killed. There were therefore no sad recollections to damp the
pleasure of victory.</p>

<p>Frank had been twice struck with slugs, but in neither case
had these penetrated deeply, and he was able to sit round the
camp fire and to enjoy his glass of rum and water. Two kegs of
rum were the only stores which that night came up from the rear,
thanks to the consideration of a commissariat officer, to whom
the soldiers felt extremely grateful for providing them with an
invigorating drink after their long and fatiguing labors of the
day.</p>

<p>At about a mile and a quarter from Amoaful lay the town of
Bequah, the capital of one of the most powerful of the Ashanti
kings. Here a considerable force was known to be collected before
the battle, and here many of the fugitives were believed to have
rallied. It would have been impossible to advance and leave this
hostile camp so close to a station in our rear. Lord Gifford was
therefore sent out at daybreak to reconnoiter it. He approached
it closely, when twenty men sprang out from the bush and fired at
him, fortunately without hitting him. When he returned and made
his report the general determined to attack and burn the place,
and orders were issued for a column, consisting of Russell's
regiment, Rait's battery, and the Naval Brigade, supported by the
42d and commanded by Colonel M'Leod, to start at one o'clock.</p>

<p>The march was not opposed through the bush, but as the scouts
entered the clearing a heavy fire was opened upon them. Lord
Gifford and almost the whole of his party were more or less
severely wounded when the sailors rushed in to their support. For
a short time the enemy kept up a heavy fire from the houses, and
then fled, leaving about forty of their number dead on the
ground. The town, which was about twice the size of Fomana, was
burned, and the column returned to the camp.</p>

<p>A great portion of the town was destroyed and the place
stockaded, and then all was in readiness for the advance upon
Coomassie. Amoaful was to be left in charge of the 2d West
Indians, who had now come up. Each man received four days'
rations and each regiment was to take charge of its own provision
and baggage. The advance started at seven in the morning,
Russell's regiment, Rait's battery, and the Rifle Brigade. Then
came the headquarter staff followed by the 42d and Naval Brigade.
The hammocks and rations went on with the troops. The rest of the
baggage remained behind. The road differed in nothing from that
which had so long been followed. It bore everywhere marks of the
retreating enemy, in provisions and other articles scattered
about, in occasional dark stains, and in its plants and grass
trampled into the ground, six feet in breadth, showing that the
usual negro way of walking in single file had been abandoned. The
rate of progression was slow, as the country had to be thoroughly
searched by the advance. There were, too, many streams to be
crossed, each causing a delay.</p>

<p>At one of the villages there was a large camp, where about a
thousand men were assembled to make a stand. The defense was,
however, feeble in the extreme, and it was evident that they were
greatly demoralized by their defeat on the 1st. Russell's
regiment carried the place at a rush, the enemy firing wildly
altogether beyond the range of their weapons. Several were killed
and the rest took precipitately to the bush. A few shots were
fired at other places, but no real resistance took place. On
reaching the village of Agamemmu, after having taken six hours in
getting over as many miles, the column halted, and orders were
sent for the baggage to come on from Amoaful. The troops were set
to work to cut the bush round the village, which was a very small
one, and a breastwork was thrown up round it. The troops were in
their little <i>tentes d'abri</i> packed as closely together as
possible outside the houses, but within the stockade. The
carriers slept in the street of the village, where so thickly did
they lie that it was impossible for anyone to make his way along
without treading upon them.</p>

<p>News came in that night that Captain Butler with the Western
Akims had arrived within two days' march of Amoaful, but that
without the slightest reason the king and the whole of his army
had left Captain Butler and retired suddenly to the Prah. At the
same time they heard that the army of the Wassaws under Captain
Dalrymple had also broken up without having come in contact with
the enemy. From the rear also unpleasant news came up. The attack
upon Quarman had been no isolated event. Fomana had also been
attacked, but the garrison there had, after some hours' fighting,
repulsed the enemy. Several convoys had been assaulted, and the
whole road down to the Prah was unsafe. The next morning, after
waiting till a large convoy came safely in, the column marched at
nine o'clock, Gifford's scouts, Russell's regiment, and Rait's
battery being as usual in front. The resistance increased with
every step, and the head of the column was constantly engaged.
Several villages were taken by Russell's regiment, who, full of
confidence in themselves and their officers, carried them with a
rush in capital style. It was but six miles to the Dab, but the
ground was swampy and the road intersected by many streams.
Consequently it was not until after being eight hours on the road
that the head of the column reached the river, three hours later
before the whole of the troops and their baggage were encamped
there.</p>

<h1 align="CENTER"><a name="CHAPTER_XXIII"></a>CHAPTER XXIII: THE
CAPTURE OF COOMASSIE</h1>

<p>Upon the afternoon of the arrival of the English column upon
the Dah the king made another attempt to arrest their progress,
with a view no doubt of bringing up fresh reinforcements. A flag
of truce came in with a letter to the effect that our rapid
advance had much disconcerted him, which was no doubt true, and
that he had not been able to make arrangements for the payments
claimed; that he would send in hostages, but that most of those
whom the general had asked for were away, and that he could not
agree to give the queen mother or the heir apparent. These were,
of course, the principal hostages, indeed the only ones who would
be of any real value. The answer was accordingly sent back, that
unless these personages arrived before daybreak the next morning
we should force our way into Coomassie.</p>

<p>The Dah is a river about fifteen yards wide and three feet
deep at the deepest place. The Engineers set to work to bridge it
directly they arrived, Russell's regiment at once crossing the
river and bivouacking on the opposite bank.</p>

<p>It was unfortunate that this, the first night upon which the
troops had been unprovided with tents, should have turned out
tremendously wet. The thunder roared, the lightning flashed, and
the rain came down incessantly. Tired as the troops were there
were few who slept, and there was a general feeling of
satisfaction when the morning broke and the last day of the march
began.</p>

<p>The rain held up a little before daybreak, and the sky was
clear when at six o'clock Wood's Bonny men, who had come up by a
forced march the evening before, led the advance. Lieutenant
Saunders with one of Rait's guns came next. The Rifles followed
in support.</p>

<p>Before the Bonny men had gone half a mile they were hotly
engaged, and the combat was for two hours a repetition of that of
Amoaful. Saunders advanced again and again to the front with his
gun, and with a few rounds of grape cleared the sides of the path
of the enemy. At last, however, the Bonny men would advance no
farther, and Lieutenant Byre, the adjutant of Wood's regiment,
was mortally wounded.</p>

<p>Lieutenant Saunders sent back to say it was impossible for him
to get on farther unless supported by white troops. The Rifles
were then sent forward to take the Bonny men's place, and slowly,
very slowly, the advance was continued until the clearing round a
village could be seen fifty yards away. Then the Rifles gave a
cheer and with a sudden rush swept through to the open and
carried the village without a check. In the meantime the whole
column had been following in the rear as the Rifles advanced, and
were hotly engaged in repelling a series of flank attacks on the
part of the enemy. These attacks were gallantly persevered in by
the Ashantis, who at times approached in such masses that the
whole bush swayed and moved as they pushed forward.</p>

<p>Their loss must have been extremely large, for our men lined
the road and kept up a tremendous Snider fire upon them at a
short distance. Our casualties were slight. The road, like almost
all roads in the country, was sunk two feet in the center below
the level of the surrounding ground, consequently the men were
lying in shelter as behind a breastwork, while they kept up their
tremendous fire upon the foe.</p>

<p>The village once gained, the leading troops were thrown out in
a circle round it, and the order was given to pass the baggage
from the rear to the village. The operation was carried out in
safety, the path being protected by the troops lying in a line
along it. The baggage once in, the troops closed up to the
village, the disappointed foe continuing a series of desperate
attacks upon their rear. These assaults were kept up even after
all had reached the cleared space of the village, the enemy's war
horn sounding and the men making the woods re-echo with their
wild war cry. The Naval Brigade at one time inflicted great
slaughter upon the enemy by remaining perfectly quiet until the
Ashantis, thinking they had retired, advanced full of confidence,
cheering, when a tremendous fire almost swept them away.</p>

<p>It was six hours from the time at which the advance began
before the rear guard entered the village, and as but a mile and
a half had been traversed and Coomassie was still six miles away,
it was evident that if the Ashantis continued to fight with the
same desperation, and if the baggage had to be carried on step by
step from village to village, the force would not get halfway on
to Coomassie by nightfall.</p>

<p>The instant the baggage was all in, preparations were made for
a fresh advance. Rait's guns, as usual, opened to clear the way,
and the 42d this time led the advance. The enemy's fire was very
heavy and the Highlanders at first advanced but slowly, their
wounded straggling back in quick succession into the village.
After twenty minutes' work, however, they had pushed back the
enemy beyond the brow of the hill, and from this point they
advanced with great rapidity, dashing forward at times at the
double, until the foe, scared by the sudden onslaught, gave way
altogether and literally fled at the top of their speed.</p>

<p>War drums and horns, chiefs' stools and umbrellas, littered
the next village and told how sudden and complete had been the
stampede. As the 42d advanced troops were from time to time sent
forward until a despatch came in from Sir A. Alison saying that
all the villages save the last were taken, that opposition had
ceased, and that the enemy were in complete rout. Up to this time
the attack of the enemy upon the rear of the village had
continued with unabated vigor, and shot and slug continually fell
in the place itself. The news from the front was soon known and
was hailed with a cheer which went right round the line of
defense, and, whether scared by its note of triumph or because
they too had received the news, the efforts of the enemy ceased
at once, and scarcely another shot was fired.</p>

<p>At half past three the baggage was sent forward and the
headquarter staff and Rifle Brigade followed it. There was no
further check. The 42d and several companies of the Rifle Brigade
entered Coomassie without another shot being fired in its
defense. Sir Garnet Wolseley soon after arrived, and taking off
his hat called for three cheers for the Queen, which was
responded to with a heartiness and vigor which must have
astonished the Ashantis. These were still in considerable numbers
in the town, having been told by the king that peace was or would
be made. They seemed in no way alarmed, but watched, as amused
and interested spectators, the proceedings of the white
troops.</p>

<p>The first thing to be done was to disarm those who had guns,
and this seemed to scare the others, for in a short time the town
was almost entirely deserted. It was now fast getting dark, and
the troops bivouacked in the marketplace, which had so often been
the scene of human sacrifices on a large scale.</p>

<p>Their day's work had, indeed, been a heavy one. They had been
twelve hours on the road without rest or time to cook food. Water
was very scarce, no really drinkable water having been met with
during the day. In addition to this they had undergone the
excitement of a long and obstinate fight with an enemy concealed
in the bush, after work of almost equal severity upon the day
before, and had passed a sleepless night in a tropical rainstorm,
yet with the exception of a few fever stricken men not a single
soldier fell out from his place in the ranks.</p>

<p>Nor was the first night in Coomassie destined to be a quiet
one. Soon after two o'clock a fire broke out in one of the
largest of the collections of huts, which was soon in a blaze
from end to end. The engineers pulled down the huts on either
side and with great difficulty prevented the flames from
spreading. These fires were the result of carriers and others
plundering, and one man, a policeman, caught with loot upon him,
was forthwith hung from a tree. Several others were flogged, and
after some hours' excitement the place quieted down. Sir Garnet
was greatly vexed at the occurrence, as he had the evening before
sent a messenger to the king asking him to come in and make
peace, and promising to spare the town if he did so.</p>

<p>Although Coomassie was well known to Frank he was still
ignorant of the character of the interior of the chiefs' houses,
and the next day he wandered about with almost as much curiosity
as the soldiers themselves. The interiors even of the palaces of
the chiefs showed that the Ashantis can have no idea of what we
call comfort. The houses were filled with dust and litter, and
this could not be accounted for solely by the bustle and hurry of
picking out the things worth carrying away prior to the hurried
evacuation of the place. From the roofs hung masses of spiders'
web, thick with dust, while sweeping a place out before occupying
it brought down an accumulation of dust which must have been the
result of years of neglect. The principal apartments were
lumbered up with drums, great umbrellas, and other paraphernalia
of processions, such as horns, state chairs, wooden maces, etc.
Before the door of each house stood a tree, at the foot of which
were placed little idols, calabashes, bits of china, bones, and
an extraordinary jumble of strange odds and ends of every kind,
all of which were looked upon as fetish. Over the doors and
alcoves were suspended a variety of charms, old stone axes and
arrow tips, nuts, gourds, amulets, beads, and other trumpery
articles.</p>

<p>The palace was in all respects exactly as the king had left
it. The royal bed and couch were in their places, the royal
chairs occupied their usual raised position. Only, curiously
enough, all had been turned round and over. The storerooms
upstairs were untouched, and here was found an infinite variety
of articles, for the most part mere rubbish, but many interesting
and valuable: silver plate, gold masks, gold cups, clocks, glass,
china, pillows, guns, cloth, caskets, and cabinets; an olla
podrida, which resembled the contents of a sale room.</p>

<p>In many of the native apartments of the palace were signs that
human sacrifice had been carried on to the last minute. Several
stools were found covered with thick coatings of recently shed
blood, and a horrible smell of gore pervaded the whole palace,
and, indeed, the whole town. The palace was full of fetish
objects just as trumpery and meaningless as those in the humblest
cottages. The king's private sitting room was, like the rest, an
open court with a tree growing in it. This tree was covered with
fetish objects, and thickly hung with spiders' webs. At each end
was a small but deep alcove with a royal chair, so that the
monarch could always sit on the shady side.</p>

<p>Along each side of the little court ran a sort of verandah,
beneath which was an immense assortment of little idols and
fetishes of all kinds.</p>

<p>From one of the verandahs a door opened into the king's
bedroom, which was about ten feet by eight. It was very dark,
being lighted only by a small window about a foot square, opening
into the women's apartments. At one end was the royal couch, a
raised bedstead with curtains, and upon a ledge by the near side
(that is to say the king had to step over the ledge to get into
bed) were a number of pistols and other weapons, among them an
English general's sword, bearing the inscription, "From Queen
Victoria to the King of Ashanti." This sword was presented to the
predecessor of King Coffee. Upon the floor at the end opposite
the bed was a couch upon which the king could sit and talk with
his wives through the little window.</p>

<p>In the women's apartments all sorts of stuffs, some of
European, some of native manufacture, were found scattered about
in the wildest confusion. The terror and horror of the four or
five hundred ladies, when they found that their husband was about
to abandon his palace and that they would have no time to remove
their treasured finery, can be well imagined.</p>

<p>In almost every apartment and yard of the palace were very
slightly raised mounds, some no larger than a plate, others two
or even three feet long. These were whitewashed and presented a
strong contrast to the general red of the ground and lower walls.
These patches marked the places of graves. The whole palace, in
fact, appeared to be little better than a cemetery and a
slaughterhouse in one. A guard was placed over the palace, and
here, as elsewhere through the town, looting was strictly
forbidden.</p>

<p>All day the general expected the arrival of the king, who had
sent a messenger to say he would be in early. At two o'clock a
tremendous rainstorm broke over the town, lasting for three
hours. In the evening it became evident that he was again
deceiving us, and orders were issued that the troops, in the
morning, should push on another three miles to the tombs of the
kings, where he was said to be staying. Later on, however, the
news came that the king had gone right away into the interior,
and as another storm was coming up it became evident that the
rainy season was setting in in earnest. The determination was
therefore come to, to burn the town and to start for the coast
next morning.</p>

<p>All night Major Home with a party of Engineers was at work
mining the palace and preparing it for explosion, while a prize
committee were engaged in selecting and packing everything which
they considered worth taking down to the coast. The news of the
change of plan, however, had not got abroad, and the troops
paraded next morning under the belief that they were about to
march still farther up the country. When it became known that
they were bound for the coast there was a general brightening of
faces, and a buzz of satisfaction ran down the ranks. It was true
that it was believed that a large amount of treasure was
collected at the kings' tombs, and the prize money would not have
been unwelcome, still the men felt that their powers were rapidly
becoming exhausted. The hope of a fight with the foe and of the
capture of Coomassie had kept them up upon the march, but now
that this had been done the usual collapse after great exertion
followed. Every hour added to the number of fever stricken men
who would have to be carried down to the coast, and each man, as
he saw his comrades fall out from the ranks, felt that his own
turn might come next.</p>

<p>At six o'clock in the morning the advanced guard of the
baggage began to move out of the town. The main body was off by
seven. The 42d remained as rearguard to cover the Engineers and
burning party.</p>

<p>Frank stayed behind to see the destruction of the town. A
hundred engineer laborers were supplied with palm leaf torches,
and in spite of the outer coats of thatch being saturated by the
tremendous rains, the flames soon spread. Volumes of black smoke
poured up, and soon a huge pile of smoke resting over the town
told the Ashantis of the destruction of their blood stained
capital. The palace was blown up, and when the Engineers and 42d
marched out from the town scarce a house remained untouched by
the flames.</p>

<p>The troops had proceeded but a short distance before they had
reason to congratulate themselves on their retreat before the
rains began in earnest, and to rejoice over the fact that the
thunderstorms did not set in three days earlier than they did.
The marsh round the town had increased a foot in depth, while the
next stream, before a rivulet two feet and a half deep, had now
swollen its banks for a hundred and fifty yards on either side,
with over five feet and a half of water in the old channel.</p>

<p>Across this channel the Engineers had with much difficulty
thrown a tree, over which the white troops passed, while the
native carriers had to wade across. It was laughable to see only
the eyes of the taller men above the water, while the shorter
disappeared altogether, nothing being seen but the boxes they
carried. Fortunately the deep part was only three or four yards
wide. Thus the carriers by taking a long breath on arriving at
the edge of the original channel were able to struggle
across.</p>

<p>This caused a terrible delay, and a still greater one occurred
at the Dah. Here the water was more than two feet above the
bridge which the Engineers had made on the passage up. The river
was as deep as the previous one had been, and the carriers
therefore waded as before; but the deep part was wider, so wide,
indeed, that it was impossible for the shorter men to keep under
water long enough to carry their burdens across. The tall men
therefore crossed and recrossed with the burdens, the short men
swimming over.</p>

<p>The passage across the bridge too was slow and tedious in the
extreme. Some of the cross planks had been swept away, and each
man had to feel every step of his way over. So tedious was the
work that at five in the afternoon it became evident that it
would be impossible for all the white troops to get across -- a
process at once slow and dangerous -- before nightfall. The river
was still rising, and it was a matter of importance that none
should be left upon the other side at night, as the Ashantis
might, for anything they could tell, be gathering in force in the
rear. Consequently Sir Archibald Alison gave the order for the
white troops to strip and to wade across taking only their
helmets and guns. The clothes were made up in bundles and carried
over by natives swimming, while others took their places below in
case any of the men should be carried off their feet by the
stream. All passed over without any accident.</p>

<p>One result, however, was a laughable incident next morning, an
incident which, it may be safely asserted, never before occurred
in the British army. It was quite dark before the last party were
over, and the natives collecting the clothes did not notice those
of one of the men who had undressed at the foot of a tree.
Consequently he had to pass the night, a very wet one, in a
blanket, and absolutely paraded with his regiment in the morning
in nothing but a helmet and rifle. The incident caused immense
laughter, and a native swimming across the river found and
brought back his clothes.</p>

<p>As the journeys were necessarily slow and tedious, owing to
the quantity of baggage and sick being carried down, Frank now
determined to push straight down to the coast, and, bidding
goodbye to Sir Garnet and the many friends he had made during the
expedition, he took his place for the first time in the hammock,
which with its bearers had accompanied him from Cape Coast, and
started for the sea. There was some risk as far as the Prah, for
straggling bodies of the enemy frequently intercepted the
convoys. Frank, however, met with no obstacle, and in ten days
after leaving the army reached Cape Coast.</p>

<p>Ostik implored his master to take him with him across the sea;
but Frank pointed out to him that he would not be happy long in
England, where the customs were so different from his own, and
where in winter he would feel the cold terribly. Ostik yielded to
the arguments, and having earned enough to purchase for years the
small comforts and luxuries dear to the negro heart, he agreed to
start for the Gaboon immediately Frank left for England.</p>

<p>On his first arrival at Cape Coast he had to his great
satisfaction found that the Houssas who had escaped from
Coomassie had succeeded in reaching the coast in safety, and that
having obtained their pay from the agent they had sailed for
their homes.</p>

<p>Three days after Frank's arrival at Cape Coast the mail
steamer came along, and he took passage for England. Very strange
indeed did it feel to him when he set foot in Liverpool. Nearly
two years and a half had elapsed since he had sailed, and he had
gone through adventures sufficient for a lifetime. He was but
eighteen years old now, but he had been so long accustomed to do
man's work that he felt far older than he was. The next day on
arriving in town he put up at the Charing Cross Hotel and then
sallied out to see his friends.</p>

<p>He determined to go first of all to visit the porter who had
been the earliest friend he had made in London, and then to drive
to Ruthven's, where he was sure of a hearty welcome. He had
written several times, since it had been possible for him to send
letters, to his various friends, first of all to his sister, and
the doctor, to Ruthven, to the porter, and to the old naturalist.
He drove to London Bridge Station, and there learned that the
porter had been for a week absent from duty, having strained his
back in lifting a heavy trunk. He therefore drove to Ratcliff
Highway. The shop was closed, but his knock brought the
naturalist to the door.</p>

<p>"What can I do for you, sir?" he asked civilly.</p>

<p>"Well, in the first place, you can shake me by the hand."</p>

<p>The old man started at the voice.</p>

<p>"Why, 'tis Frank!" he exclaimed, "grown and sunburnt out of
all recollection. My dear boy, I am glad indeed to see you. Come
in, come in; John is inside."</p>

<p>Frank received another hearty greeting, and sat for a couple
of hours chatting over his adventures. He found that had he
arrived a fortnight later he would not have found either of his
friends. The porter was in a week about to be married again to a
widow who kept a small shop and was in comfortable circumstances.
The naturalist had sold the business, and was going down into the
country to live with a sister there.</p>

<p>After leaving them Frank drove to the residence of Sir James
Ruthven in Eaton Square. Frank sent in his name and was shown up
to the drawing room. A minute later the door opened with a crash
and his old schoolfellow rushed in.</p>

<p>"My dear, dear, old boy," he said wringing Frank's hand, "I am
glad to see you; but, bless me, how you have changed! How thin
you are, and how black! I should have passed you in the street
without knowing you; and you look years older than I do. But that
is no wonder after all you've gone through. Well, when did you
arrive, and where are your things? Why have you not brought them
here?"</p>

<p>Frank said that he had left them at the hotel, as he was going
down early the next morning to Deal. He stayed, however, and
dined with his friend, whose father received him with the
greatest cordiality and kindness.</p>

<p>On leaving the hotel next morning he directed his portmanteau
to be sent in the course of the day to Sir James Ruthven's. He
had bought a few things at Cape Coast, and had obtained a couple
of suits of clothes for immediate use at Liverpool.</p>

<p>On arriving at Deal he found his sister much grown and very
well and happy. She was almost out of her mind with delight at
seeing him. He stayed two or three days with her and then
returned to town and took up his abode in Eaton Square.</p>

<p>"Well, my dear boy, what are you thinking of doing?" Sir James
Ruthven asked next morning at breakfast. "You have had almost
enough of travel, I should think."</p>

<p>"Quite enough, sir," Frank said. "I have made up my mind that
I shall be a doctor. The gold necklace which I showed you, which
Ammon Quatia gave me, weighs over twenty pounds, and as it is of
the purest gold it is worth about a thousand pounds, a sum amply
sufficient to keep me and pay my expenses till I have passed.
Besides, Mr. Goodenough has, I believe, left me something in his
will. I sent home one copy to his lawyer and have brought the
other with me. I must call on the firm this morning. I have also
some thirty pounds' weight in gold which was paid me by the king
for the goods he took, but this, of course, belongs to Mr.
Goodenough's estate."</p>

<p>Upon calling upon the firm of lawyers, and sending in his
name, he was at once shown in to the principal.</p>

<p>"I congratulate you on your safe return, sir," the gentleman
said. "You have called, of course, in reference to the will of
the late Mr. Goodenough."</p>

<p>"Yes," Frank replied. "I sent home one copy from Coomassie and
have brought another with me."</p>

<p>"We received the first in due course," the gentleman said,
taking the document Frank held out to him. "You are, of course,
acquainted with its contents."</p>

<p>"No," Frank answered, "beyond the fact that Mr. Goodenough
told me he had left me a legacy."</p>

<p>"Then I have pleasant news to give you," the lawyer said. "Mr.
Goodenough died possessed of about sixty thousand pounds. He left
fifteen thousand each to his only surviving nephew and niece.
Fifteen thousand pounds he has divided among several charitable
and scientific institutions. Fifteen thousand pounds he has left
to you."</p>

<p>Frank gave a little cry of surprise.</p>

<p>"The will is an eminently just and satisfactory one," the
lawyer said, "for Mr. Goodenough has had but little intercourse
with his relations, who live in Scotland, and they had no reason
to expect to inherit any portion of his property. They are,
therefore, delighted with the handsome legacy they have received.
I may mention that Mr. Goodenough ordered that in the event of
your not living to return to England, five thousand pounds of the
portion which would have come to you was to be paid to trustees
for the use of your sister, the remaining ten thousand to be
added to the sum to be divided among the hospitals."</p>

<p>"This is indeed a surprise," Frank said; "and I shall be
obliged, sir, if you will at once draw out a paper for me to sign
settling the five thousand pounds upon my sister. Whatever may
happen then she will be provided for."</p>

<p>The accession of this snug and most unexpected fortune in no
way altered Frank's views as to his future profession. He worked
hard and steadily and passed with high honors. He spent another
three years in hospital work, and then purchased a partnership in
an excellent West End practice. He is now considered one of the
most rising young physicians of the day. His sister keeps house
for him in Harley Street; but it is doubtful whether she will
long continue to do so. The last time Dick Ruthven was at home on
leave he persuaded her that it was her bounden duty to endeavor
to make civilian life bearable to him when he should attain
captain's rank, and, in accordance with his father's wish, retire
from the army, events which are expected to take place in a few
months' time.</p>

<p>Ruthven often laughs and tells Frank that he is a good soldier
spoiled, and that it is a pity a man should settle down as a
doctor who had made his way in life "by sheer pluck."</p>

<p>THE END</p>







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