98 MISSIONARY LIFE IN ASHANTEE. 
When the moon had risen, the prince gave the signal 
to start, placing my wife in his sedan chair, and following 
with ourselves just behind her. We soon reached the 
stream which surrounds the town, and in fifteen minutes 
more, the old mission-house stood before us. We passed 
through some fine open streets, but the houses were 
dilapidated, and the roads stony and uneven, so that the 
place struck us as inferior to Dwaben. On entering the 
mission-house, Mr. Watts, the master, and Mr. Lindsay, 
the constable of Cape Coast, both in European dress, shook 
us warmly by the hand, and wished us God's blessing. 
Csesar, and other Fantees who were sitting with them, 
we greeted after the fashion of the country, and we 
were then conducted into another building within the 
court-yard, where the prince's t-ooms and our own were side 
by side. After our miserable grass huts, they seemed to 
us like a palace, but sweeter far was it to realise that 
we were with friends and brethren, and we knelt to unite 
in offering praise to Him who had wrought so wonder- 
fully for us ; for until it was actually accomplished, we 
had scarcely dared to hope this removal would pass so 
quietly. 
But all was not over yet ; before the prince had time to 
report progress to the king, Bosommuru entered, followed 
by several men with torches, bringing as we hoped, a 
congratulation from his majesty. But alas ! his message 
was of a different nature : it appeared the king was now 
convinced it was a mistake to introduce important people 
like ourselves into the town by night. His elders would 
disapprove of it, and we must therefore immediately 
return to the wood till, after counsel with the chiefs, he 
could give us a public reception. We were thunderstruck ; 
Mr. Watts, who had been longing for our arrival, placed 
in the strongest light the effect of such treatment on us, 
and the bad example it would be to the population. The 
