Flight from Ebaddan 
house. To make him as friendly as possible, I 
gave him a handsome razor. While I was sitting 
and sadly meditating on my situation, the gate¬ 
keeper entered and prostrating to the bale, warned 
him to be careful about what he was doing, for 1 
was riding Areh’s horse and 1 was the white man 
Ogumulla had captured. He did not know that 
we heard. I now remembered Ebekoonleh’s 
warning and 1 believed Ogumulla’s men were fol¬ 
lowing either to murder me that night or to carry 
me back with my horse to Ebaddan. I supposed 
that they hoped the bale would not allow me 
to stay inside the stockade and I would be in 
their power. What it all meant, I never knew. 
The bale had a conference with somebody, and I 
was not disturbed. But I thought that there was 
a plan on foot to murder me that night and this 
supposed discovery, led to a most painful mental 
conflict. 1 had a cutlass at my service, but I 
knew that resistance would be in vain even if it 
might be right. 
When 1 realized that there was no possible way 
of escape, my heart fainted and I sank into a state 
from which I could not arouse myself, not being 
able either to speak or to move. By shaking me, 
calling me by name and shouting in my ear, 
“ Don’t do that way, sir, ” my faithful friend suc- 
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