In Afric’s Forest and Jungle 
the enemy in check for a few minutes, but finally 
everything gave away and the whole plain from 
there to Ejahyay was covered with a confused 
mass of men fighting in all sorts of ways, even 
with sticks and rocks. Swords were used very 
freely. The flesh had been peeled off from one 
man’s neck from his ear to his shoulder by a 
sword cut. We pasted it back with sticking 
plaster after sewing it a little, and he got well. 
I took a bone from the wrist of another where it 
had been nearly severed by a sword-cut. This 
man afterward rendered me an important service 
as a reward but of this I will speak later. 
A man told me that after he had been taken 
prisoner, he threw his captor down and killed 
him by choking him and cramming earth down 
his throat. But the melee was not without its 
comic side. One of the men was heard begging, 
“Spare me! Spare me!” and when one of his 
companions ran to his assistance, he found that 
the humble suppliant was held, not by an 
Ebaddan, but by a bush. 
The night after the defeat was one of great 
gloom. The whole city, including the mission 
station, was filled with mourning for the dead or 
the missing. Enigbio, the chief messenger, who 
had two little children with us, was shot dead on 
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