THE BUNNO—EXCITING TIMES. 2 
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The warriors decided not to attack us, however, after we 
assured them by signs that we intended to do them no 
harm. But it was very amusing to watch the behavior of 
the Kuli who had accompanied us, when they beheld their 
enemies. They danced about, grunted like pigs, and 
assumed the most ferocious and laughable expressions. 
One of them actually had to be held down by my boys 
to keep him from rushing upon the Bunno. They begged 
me to fight their enemies, but I only replied by giving 
them a little present and sending them back to their 
people on a run. 
On June 30 we marched nearly four hours along a 
tug, and camped at the foot of the mountains, at the 
southern end of the Bunno valley, where there was run- 
ning water. Throngs of natives came to sce us as we 
passed along. Some forty or fifty of them were continu- 
ally with us at the head of the caravan. After we had 
camped the natives also visited us in the most friendly 
manner until late in the afternoon, when a little row 
occurred. 
Dodson, who had walked a couple of hundred yards 
down the river-bed with three of my boys, came rush- 
ing back to camp with the news that he had seen a large 
war party of natives approaching. There were about a 
hundred unarmed Bunno in the camp at the time, with 
whom I was having a friendly chat, when about thirty 
natives, fully armed, walked directly up to us, and one of 
them commenced a kind of war dance in our midst. Some 
of my boys immediately got back of him and grabbed 
his shield and bow and arrow; whereupon he and all his 
companions fled. I now fired a few shots at a tree to let 
the natives see what sort of things the rifles were, and it 
was most amusing to see their fear and excitement. 
Although told previously that we would not shoot 
