40 MISSIONARY LIFE IN ASEANTEE. 
chief adviser, was preparing for a journey, in which he 
was accompanied by two of our soldiers. 
It now transpired that they were bound for Coomassie, 
and would be back in a fortnight. Conjectures were 
useless, but our imagination was busy. Sometimes we 
apprehended that we were to be detained here until the 
return of the army, or that this might be the preparation 
for the final stroke. Then the thought of our helpless 
infant lying beside us so pale and quiet was too ago- 
nizing to contemplate, and we could only look to the 
strong One for strength. In order to supply the lack of 
milk, we tried to persuade our sullen leader to procure 
some eggs. Of course, he would not buy them, but at 
length we prevailed on him to go to the chief, who gave 
us his own store, with the permission to beg more in the 
town. Most touching it was to see how eagerly our poor 
little one swallowed this nourishment, and very heartily 
did we thank the Lord. 
Our life was now very monotonous : as soon as we dared 
to stir in the morning, we roasted a ripe red fruit for the 
babe's breakfast, and then strolled about or sat under a 
tree. Our appearance at first excited much curiosity, 
and the people flocked around us, but we had no heart to 
notice them. At eleven o'clock they brought us fufu in a 
broken dish that resembled a dog trough, and we com- 
pleted our meal with bananas, which we were allowed to 
pick freely in the plantation. To make up for this 
indulgence our regular supplies were curtailed, and a bit 
of meat as ferge as a nut was given for three. Ageana 
had bought the leg of a boar for two shillings, and every 
day for three weeks, cut off the supply he thought fit for 
the soup, and after directing his attendants to take it to 
" the slaves," troubled himself no further. 
We crouched in our wretched room during the hottest 
hours of the day, and most thankful indeed should we 
