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THE TURKS MURDER A NATIVE. 
[chap. IX. 
formed the greatest attraction to the wild fowl. There 
were two hegleek trees in this marsh; and it was 
merely necessary to stand beneath the shelter of either 
to insure good sport, as the ducks continually arrived 
at the pool. 
I was just entering into the sport with all my heart, 
when I heard a shot fired in the Turks’ camp, followed 
by loud yells, and I observed a crowd of Latookas 
rushing from the camp towards their town. In a few 
moments later, I heard the Turks’ drum, and I saw 
people running to and fro, and the Latookas assembling 
from the neighbourhood with lances and shields, as 
though preparing for a fray. I had only two men 
with me, and being nearly half a mile from camp, I 
thought it advisable to hasten towards the spot, lest 
some contretemps should take place before my arrival. 
Accordingly I hurried over the open plain, and shortly 
reached my camp. I found my wife arranging the 
men at their posts, fearing a disturbance. They had 
seen me hastening towards them, and I now went to 
the Turks’ camp, that was close by, and inquired the 
cause of alarm. 
Never was I more disgusted. Already the vultures 
were swooping in circles above some object outside the 
camp. It appeared that a native of Kayala (the town 
lately attacked by the Turks) had visited Tarrangolle 
to inquire after a missing cow. The chiefs, Moy and 
Oommoro, brought him to the Turks’ camp, merely to 
prove that he had no evil intention. No sooner was it 
announced that he was a native of Kayala than the 
Turks declared he was a spy, and condemned him to 
be shot. The two chiefs, Moy and Commoro, feeling 
themselves compromised by having brought the man 
into such danger unwittingly, threw themselves before 
him, and declared that no harm should befall him, as 
he belonged to them. Tearing them away by the 
combined force of many men, the prisoner was imme¬ 
diately bound, and led forth by his bloodthirsty 
murderers to death. “ Shoot the spy!” was hardly 
