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NARRATIVE OF AN 



CHAP. ^* Majfera, mc.J[era ! boofee negro, boofee negro /" — " Maf- 

 " ter, mafter ! the enemy, the enemy ! " Hearing, at the 

 fame moment, a briik firing, with the balls whiffling 

 through the branches, I fully concluded that the re- 

 bels were in the very midft of our camp. Surprifed, 

 and not perfedly awake, I fuddenly ftarted up with 

 my fufee cocked ; and (without knowing where I ran) 

 iirft threw down Quaco, and next fell down myfelf, over 

 two or three bodies that lay upon the ground, and which 

 I imagined to be killed. When one of them, " d — ning 

 me for a fon of a b — ch, told rae, if I moved I was a 

 dead man ; Colonel Fourgeoud having ilTued orders 

 for the troops to lie flat on their bellies all the night, and 

 " not to fire, as moft of their ammunition had been ex- 

 pended the preceding day." I took his advice, and fooa 

 difcovered him by his voice to be one of our own grena- 

 diers, named T'bomfon. In this fituation we lay proftrate 

 on our arms until fun-rife, during which time a moil abu- 

 five dialogue was carried on indeed between the rebels and 

 the rangers, each party curfing and menacing the other 

 at a very terrible rate ; the former " reproaching the 

 rangers as poltroons and traitors to their countrymen, 

 and challenging them next day to fingle combat ; Avear- 

 ing they only wiihed to lave their hands in the blood of 

 fuch fcoundrels, who had been the principal agents in 

 deftroying their flourifliing fettlement." The rangers 

 d— n'd the rebels for a parcel of pitiful fkulking 

 " cals, whom they would fight one to two in the open 



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