In Afric’s Forest and Jungle 
them with the rice. We made some of the ar¬ 
rowroot into battercakes, but they were rather 
sticky and tough. Mr. Phillips was able to send 
us some flour once. I sent to Areh for help only 
once. He sent me a small quantity of worm- 
eaten corn with a message that showed he was 
not pleased with me about something. 
But Areh’s great power in Ejahyay was now 
broken, and he had practically become a subject 
of the scheming Bashorun, and 1 had unwittingly 
given assistance to the conspiracy through which 
this change had taken place. It was in this way. 
After Mr. Phillips left, the Bashorun made fre¬ 
quent calls at the mission house. On the first 
occasion, he was mounted on a large fiery horse 
and dressed in his most splendid habiliments of 
state. Black ostrich plumes waved from his shoes 
and his gold-laced cap. He was attended not 
only by officers of his household, but by a body¬ 
guard of soldiers. I received him in all the state 
1 could muster, and when he departed presented 
him with a dish large enough to hold a roasted 
wild boar. This visit was to break the ice. Of 
course, I had to return it. A few days after this, 
my wife and I arrayed in our best but rather 
time-worn clothes, paid our respects to his High¬ 
ness in camp. He gave us a most condescend- 
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