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MISSIONARY LIFE IN ASRAISTEE. 
The death wake continued over Sunday (September 
10th), but the number of victims decreased. One hundred 
and thirty-six high chiefs had fallen in this war, which 
gives some idea of the sacrifice of human life that followed. 
For each of the six belonging to Coomassie, thirty of their 
people were killed, thirty for those of Sokora, and so on. 
Our life of discipline was now varied by a domestic trials 
arising from the serious illness of our infant's nurse, which 
nearly cost the httle one its life. When the king first 
saw it, he was delighted with its strong and healthy 
appearance, lor was it not his property ? It now grew 
pale and thin, and for days hope and fear alternated as to 
whether it would survive. I tried to feel reconciled to 
the blow that seemed impending, but trembled for my 
poor wife. Our days of anxious suspense were at length 
graciously relieved by seeing this cherished and precious 
little creature revive again, and we received her as a new 
gift from our Heavenly Father. 
I now paid my respects to Adu Bofo, and he honoured 
us with a return visit. He was much aged, suffering 
from his feet, and so intoxicated that he spoke with diffi- 
culty, while a convulsive movement affected his whole 
frame. He gave me a still more unpleasant impression 
than when with him in the camp. He shook hands with 
each of us, whereupon Bosommuru told us to thank him. 
We puzzled our brains to think why, and our silence 
seemed so to embarrass the cliamberlain that we at last 
broke it by thanking the general for his visit. 
It began to rain, so his chair (one of ours), was brought 
that he might sit with us. He talked about the war, 
directing his remarks chiefly to Bosommuru. He seemed 
to have attained the height of his ambition, spoke of his 
slaves, umbrellas and gold, though he wanted more of 
that, and hoped to get it. People had often said he 
would never come home, he was too ill, and suffered from 
