FROLONGED WAITING, 
CHAPTER XXI. 
PEOLONGED WAITING DURING A REVOLUTION IN THE 
COLONIAL POLITICS. 
One night a light-coloured youth from Aja, a mountain in 
Krepe, a district assigned by the king to the chief Kwasi 
Domfe (with whom J. Smith and Palm had lived), 
rushed trembling into our kitchen. The chief's mother 
having died, several men were appointed to be slain, one 
of whom was missed at the last moment. The lad 
happened to be near when this was announced to Kwasi, 
who angrily rejoined, " Then take this boy quickly and 
kill him instead." The intended victim cleared the court 
with one bound, hid in a bush till night, and then escaped 
unperceived to the white men. We took him in, promis- 
ing if possible to save his life, but failing to find Bosom- 
muru the next morning in his house, had to follow him to 
the palace, and had not made our errand clear to him be- 
fore he was summoned to the king sitting in court, 
whither we were soon ordered to follow. 
We entered amid more noise than we usually encountered 
in the market-place, for a plaintiff was screaming to make 
himself heard above his surroundings. While trying 
with Joseph's help to explain my business, the king, to 
my great astonishment, bid me speak for myself. A com- 
plete silence ensued while I endeavoured to tell my story, 
and when I ceased, his majesty, in company with all the 
assembly, united in a hearty laugh, for my foreign accent 
and my ignorance of the terms used in court amused them 
