In Afric’s Forest and Jungle 
fighting and tumult my wife was extremely ill. 
She was beginning to have chills every six hours 
when the disease yielded to remedies. Her re¬ 
covery, under the circumstances, was almost mi¬ 
raculous; for she would often have to listen all 
day to the roar of battle, not knowing but that 
before night the Ebaddans would be in town, 
plundering, burning and murdering. One dark 
night, we had a most appalling alarm from 
which sleep kindly delivered her. Without the 
slightest premonition, the crash of hundreds of 
muskets simultaneously shook the air. The 
sound seemed to be just outside our yard. Im¬ 
mediately the whole town and camp were in an 
uproar, the men yelling and the women wailing. 
I learned afterward that it was a demonstration 
of the Ebaddans to find out whether the Egbars 
were in their camp or not. They had been in¬ 
formed that the Egbars had fled to Abeokuta. 
When my wife had fully recovered, it seemed 
to be my duty to take her to Abeokuta as soon as 
possible. The Bashorun still continued to make 
us informal visits, more for the sweets we gave 
him than anything else, I suppose. It was my 
duty to present him with something, however 
small, whenever he came, and I finally satisfied 
him with some tomato preserves or “ white 
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