26 MISSIONARY LIFE IN ASHANTEE. 
CHAPTER VI. 
THE MARCH TO THE VOLTA. 
On Thursday morning, the 24th of June, we quitted the 
camp and resumed our old order of march, conducted by 
a guard of soldiers. After passing a pond on the road 
filled with headless corpses, we ascended a hill, whence we 
saw long lines of persons likewise under guard and moving 
in our direction. There were men, women, and children 
from Tongo — all prisoners like ourselves. 
With very brief intervals of rest we walked on through 
the day; once we crossed a stream, whose cool, fresh 
water, for the time, quenched our burning thirst. Though 
shallow, the current was strong, and I felt most grateful 
to one of our guides for carrying my wife across, though 
he grumbled sorely whilst he did so. Night at length 
brought a short and welcome reprieve, and we sank to 
rest in a half deserted village, whence we were again 
driven at daybreak, Though the same dreary prospect was 
before us, we were somewhat relieved, as our road lay 
through plantations of corn and yams. Our path was 
clean and well kept, and led us to a thriving village, where 
we even enjoyed the shelter of a roof. We were now 
taken into the presence of the resident chief, before whom 
we passed in single file, offering the usual salute, and, 
this ordeal completed, we stood, while the chief with his 
elders and councillors paid us a similar attention. Carriers 
then displayed the spoils from Anum, which were duly 
