In Afric’s Forest and Jungle 
poor people sell their homes and their lives for a 
mess of pottage. 
About ten days after getting home, I witnessed 
for the first time a military demonstration in 
Central Africa. During the night Areh sent out 
all his horsemen supported by about 30,000 in¬ 
fantry, to attack, in the early morning, the Ebad- 
dans who were plundering the Ejahyay farms. 
About ten o’clock, they returned through the 
gate near our house and filed past the yard gate. 
Some were armed with swords and shields, 
some with bows and arrows, others with great 
cross-bows, but the greater part had muskets. It 
was a barbaric host of very warlike men, but 
they did not look as merry as they did the day 
they sang in drunken glee, “We’ll fight the devil 
for Areh.” Areh Argo mounted on a beautiful 
Arabian pranced up and down, reviewing the 
line. A number of prisoners and of men carry¬ 
ing the heads of Ebaddans slain in the fight, pre¬ 
ceded the flowing tide of warriors. Members of 
the same family were on different sides in this 
war, and when the women recognized some men 
connected with Ejahyay families among the 
prisoners, they began to dance and to sing, say¬ 
ing, “Areh will make a pile of heads.” A few 
days after this I passed through the gate leading 
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