FROM TEE VOLT A TO OliWANO, 
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CHAPTER VII. 
FROM THE VOLTA TO OKWANO. 
It was on a sad Sunday morning that we lost sight of our 
beautiful river, and plunged, in a westerly direction, into 
the unknown regions beyond. A thick fog, which gradu- 
ally turned into heavy rain, corresponded with our cheer- 
less feelings, as we plodded over a path so narrow that the 
tall wet grass on either side soaked our poor ragged 
garments through and through, and filled us with dread 
as to the effects of this exposure on our little boy. Ageana 
hunted us forward with abuse, and seemed to look on the 
bad weather as a fault of ours. Every petition for rest 
met with the reply, " Duom, duom ! " (forward) " No rest 
will be given before evening." However, in the afternoon 
a halt was made, when we suddenly came upon some 
empty huts, seemingly built for the accommodatio^ of 
travellers ; and we were able to lay our tired darling to 
rest on a bed of leaves while a fire was lighted, at which 
we dried our clothes. My petition for the use of a few of 
the articles in our own trunks was disregarded, though 
seconded b}^ the pleading of our soldier guards, and after 
a scanty supper of boiled corn — our only meal that day 
— our irons were secured. 
The next morning was brilliant, but our early walk 
through dripping foliage drenched us completely. After 
partaking of a small maize loaf we pursued our way 
through tangled woods, treading the marshy soil with 
grateful appreciation of the shade afforded by trees ; but 
