CHAP. V.] 
WELL DONE, BOKKE! 
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on their return with water from the stream. One of 
Ibrahim’s soldiers threatened a powerful-looking Ama¬ 
zon with his stick because she refused to deliver up 
her jar of water that she had carried about a mile for 
her own requirements. Upon seeing this my pretty 
friend, Bokke, the chiefs wife, seized the soldier by 
the throat, wrested the stick from him, while another 
woman disarmed him of his gun. Other women then 
sat upon him, and gave him a most ignominious 
shaking; while some gathered up mud from the 
gutter and poured it down the barrel of his gun 
until they effectually choked it; not content with 
this, they plastered large masses of mud over the 
locks and trigger. 
I looked on with enjoyment at the thorough dis¬ 
comfiture of the Turk. The news quickly spread, 
and in revenge for his disgrace his comrades severely 
beat some women at some distance from the camp. 
I heard screams, and shouts, and a confused noise; 
and upon my arrival outside the town, I saw large 
numbers of natives running from all quarters, and 
collecting together with lances and shields. I felt 
sure that we were to be involved in a general out¬ 
break. However, the Turks beat the drum, and col¬ 
lected their men, so that in a few minutes no straggler 
was in the town. 
