The Journal of a Sporting Nomad 
Nana had to bear the brunt of the whole 
affair; but the trial was very uninteresting to 
me, for the simple reason that being new to the 
country I took in but little of the evidence, which 
had to be carried on haltingly through inter- 
preters. Nana was convicted, and sentenced to 
a term of imprisonment. He was sent to Old 
Calabar, where he passed the earlier period of his 
detention, being afterwards transferred to Cape 
Coast Castle, either of these places being hun- 
dreds of miles away from his home. 
He was quite a big chief, wealthy too, with 
many wives, only one of whom stuck to him 
through his trouble, volunteering to accompany 
him into exile. A truculent lady this, who gave 
me a large slice of her mind when I went to see 
her husband in order to offer to obtain for him 
any little privileges that lay in my power. 
Before leaving I went to look at the havoc 
caused by shell fire in New Benin. There were 
many large holes in the ground where the 4°7 
shells from the warships had burst; but very 
little loss of life was entailed, as the natives took 
to the thick bush out of harm’s way, and the 
huts were so much scattered that they were not 
often hit. Even had they been destroyed it 
would not have taken much time to build them 
up again—they were of mud and wattle merely. 
The children had a bad time of it—two little 
beggars who had been almost starved to death 
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