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MISSIONARY LIFE IN ASHANTEE. 
from Adu Bofo, consisting of three cliairs, a large woollen 
quilt, our baby's pillow, two shirts, two window curtains, 
three sheets, a velvet band, and my wedding gloves ; the 
latter I sent back as useless to me in my present predica- 
ment. A pair of large cloth shoes, which we vainly 
attempted to exchange for smaller ones, completed the 
list of these gracious presents, and of course we tendered 
our prompt thanks to the donor. 
Soon afterwards, the general sent us a jar of arrowroot 
and another of meat extract, with an order to take out 
the contents and return the pots. By this time we had 
become so confident that we should speedily regain our 
liberty that I actually committed the immense folly of 
returning the offered food. Alas ! with what gratitude 
we should have hailed a similar gift later on. However, 
as it was, we all now lay down under our soft woollen 
counterpane, feeling quite hopeful and contented, and 
firm in the faith that we should soon be free. 
It was a wretched night, however, for at twelve o'clock 
a clap of thunder aroused us, and the rain came pouring 
through the leafy roof — which was only intended as a 
protection from the sun — not only soaking us, but 
streaming through the hut in a flood, and obliging us to 
take refuge upon the chairs. I tried to shelter the baby 
by holding over his head a wooden dish, wnile K. dragged 
himself along, chains and all, into the more substantial 
hut of our neighbour. For two hours we sat crouching 
on those chairs, till the rain ceasing, we once more rolled 
the soaked counterpane around us and fell asleep. At 
dawn, we left our miserable resting place, and as we dried 
our garments by the camp fires, we observed sig-ns of 
removal, and heard whispers of a march to Coomassie. 
Our alarm was great, for our chains and coverings were 
put up for despatch. Our questions were not noticed, so 
we demanded an interview with Adu Bofo. Our irons 
