In Afric’s Forest and Jungle 
panion had been a soldier in the Liberian army 
and he knew what war in Africa meant. 
In about six hours, one of which was occupied 
in passing through a dense forest, we came to 
the farm shanty of our friend and found that it 
was in Ebaddan territory. About one mile far¬ 
ther on was a collection of huts used as a stop¬ 
ping place for caravans on their way to and from 
Abeokuta. From this place a road branched off 
to Ebaddan which was about twenty miles dis¬ 
tant. Pigeons were flying around the shanty 
and a bunch of bananas was hanging at the door, 
but we could get no answer to our calls, and my 
companion rode on to the wayside village to look 
for Vaughn. 
After waiting sometime and hearing some¬ 
thing like the sound of an uproar in the distance, 
I rode on to join Russell. But soon everything 
was silent again. Just before reaching the vil¬ 
lage clearing, I was met and quickly surrounded 
by a body of men armed with guns and cimeters. 
At first I did not feel much alarm. It was plain 
that some of them were not Yorubans and, from 
the way in which they looked at me, I knew that 
they had never seen a white man before. They 
seemed to be under the control of an officer or 
leader, but I did not at all like their countenances. 
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