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WANDERINGS IN 
THIRD 
JOURNEY. 
Edmonstone’s party coming up, they fled precipi¬ 
tately into the surrounding forest. 
Four slugs had entered Mr. Edmonstone’s body. 
After coming to himself, on looking around, he saw 
one of the fallen Indian chiefs bleeding by his side. 
He accosted him by name, and said he hoped he was 
not much hurt. The dying Indian had just strength 
enough to answer, “ Oh no,”—and then expired. 
The other chief was lying quite dead. He must 
have received his mortal wound, just as he was in 
the act of cocking his gun to fire on the negroes ; 
for it appeared that the ball which gave him his 
death wound, had carried off the first joint of his 
thumb, and passed through his forehead. By this 
time his wife, who had accompanied the expedition, 
came up. She was a fine young woman, and had 
her long black hair fancifully braided in a knot on 
the top of her head, fastened with a silver ornament. 
She unloosed it, and falling on her husband’s body, 
covered it with her hair, bewailing his untimely end 
with the most heart-rending cries. 
The blood was now running out of Mr. Edmon¬ 
stone’s shoes. On being raised up, he ordered his 
men to pursue the flying Maroons, requesting at 
the same time that he might be left where he had 
fallen, as he felt that he was mortally wounded. 
They gently placed him on the ground, and after the 
pursuit of the Maroons had ended, the corporal and 
sergeant returned to their commander, and formed 
their men. On his asking what this meant, the 
sergeant replied, “ I had the General’s orders, on 
