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tem was so completely shattered by this unfor¬ 
tunate adventure, that he talked of little else, 
often shuddering and praying while recounting 
the incidents of our capture, trial and flight. 1 
am thankful to believe that he at last found 
rest in the peace of a Christian’s hope, and that 
at some future time, we will meet where “the 
wicked cease from troubling and the weary are 
at rest.” 
On our journey to Awyaw, we met no one ex¬ 
cept some hunters in a little grassy opening in 
the forest. These came toward us running, 
shouting and leaping high over the bushes and 
grass, and as they had guns in their hands and 
had the accoutrements of soldiers, we at first 
thought they were Ogumulla’s men coming to 
intercept me. It is needless to say that I was . 
greatly relieved when I found that they were 
not. The object of their pursuit ran just in front 
of my horse and was supposed to be a wild 
boar. 
At noon we rested on the bank of the Orbar 
river under the great trees of an open grove. 
Such a natural phenomenon is so rare in Africa 
that 1 was tempted to wander some distance up 
the river under its refreshing shade. This pleas¬ 
ant recreation was brought to a sudden conclu- 
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