22 
MISSIONARY LIFE IN ASHANTEE. 
round in our chains to beg a little more, but without 
success. Often would we dream of our brethren at the 
other stations, and picture ourselves among them; but 
these visions of peace and plenty only roused the sharpest 
disappointment when we awoke, while our anxiety for 
our babe grew apace. 
My wife held up bravely, and her faith was rewarded 
by the unexpected receipt of two of our own tins of milk 
from Adu Bofo ; these would last us a fortnight, by the 
end of which time we fully trusted to be set at liberty. 
We also met with much kindness from a son of Adu's^ 
named Apoku, who paid us frequent visits, and showed 
his sympathy by cheering words, which gave us much 
comfort, though his influence was insufficient to effect our 
release. " You shall go, only be patient," he would say 
to us again and again. And so we waited on through 
unspeakable privations and endurances, hoping and long- 
ing for the decision that should put an end to our trial. 
At last this seemed to be coming, for on the afternoon 
of the 23d we watched the assembling of a crowd, whose 
liberal display of bright coloured umbrellas portended a 
grand discussion. Our chains being removed by the com- 
mand of Kwating, we were led forward with beating 
hearts into the semi-circle, eagerly questioning within 
ourselves whether the expected message had really arrived 
from our brethren. 
There sat the Akwamu king, his son on the left, and 
on the right Bofo, with officers and servants ; while the 
foreground was covered with a collection of household 
stuff, the spoils from Anum. Friend Thomas, in his office 
of interpreter, asked us, with a proud display of very 
queer English, whether those were our possessions, and 
on our answering in the affirmative, proceeded to inquire 
if they were all we had. We replied that they were 
only a small proportion. "What is missing ? " said Thomas. 
