In Afric’s Forest and Jungle 
sion by a loud roar in the still forest. If my 
Ejahyay gun loaded with ball had been in my 
hand, I would have investigated before retiring; 
but under the circumstances, I thought it best to 
leave and not be too slow about it, either. The 
country north of this is infested with lions, but 
the natives call a lion kinneu, and a monkey or 
anything of that tribe, aryar; and they said that 
the sound had been produced by an aryar and 
not a kinneu. As I had just seen a large num¬ 
ber of big, black monkeys in the trees a little back 
in the forest, I had to abandon my lion story. 
As these are not allowed in any other than the 
royal city, one can always know when he is ap¬ 
proaching Awyaw by a sight of the arkarbee or 
towers on the king’s house. It was with a 
strange mingling of dread and of joy that I 
caught a distant view of these peculiar structures 
in the last rays of the setting sun. In the mys¬ 
terious providence of God, the petty African 
despot who sat under these towers had become 
the arbiter of my fate; and I fervently prayed 
again, as I had done before, that God would put 
it into his heart to grant my petition. 
While in Ejahyay, I had made the acquaintance 
of Rev. T. A. Reid, the missionary of the Ameri¬ 
can Baptist Mission in Awyaw, and to his house 1 
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