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The whole of the contents entered the negro's THIRD 



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body, and he dropped dead on his face. 



The negroes, who had formed in a crescent, now 

 in their turn fired a volley, which brought Mr. 

 Edmonstone and his two Indian chiefs to the 

 ground. The Maroons did not stand to reload* 

 but on Mr. Edmonstone's party coming up, they 

 fled precipitately into the surrounding forest. 



Four slugs had entered Mr. Edmonstone's body. 

 After coming to himself, on looking around, he 

 saw one of the fallen Indian chiefs bleeding by 

 his side. He accosted him by name, and said he 

 hoped he was not much hurt. The dying Indian 

 had just strength enough to answer, " Oh no," 

 and then expired. The other chief was lying quite 

 dead. He must have received his mortal wound* 

 just as he was in the act of cocking his gun to fire 

 on the negroes ; for it appeared that the ball which 

 gave him his death wound, had carried off the first 

 joint of his thumb, and passed through his fore- 

 head! By this time his wife, who had accompanied 

 the expedition, came up. She was a fine young 

 woman, and had her long black hair fancifully 

 braided in a knot on the top of her head, fastened 

 with a silver ornament. She unloosed it, and, 

 falling on her husband's body, covered it with her 

 hair, bewailing his untimely end with the most 

 heart-rending cries. 



The blood was now running out of Mr. Edmon- 

 stone's shoes. On being raised up, he ordered his 



