Leaving the Doomed City 
man’s honey” as he called them. He would eat 
so much of these that I would have to give him a 
dose of medicine almost large enough for a horse 
to cure him. I learned through him that he had 
established a strong force in a fortified camp half¬ 
way to Abeokuta and that in this way his cara¬ 
vans were so well protected travelling to Abeo¬ 
kuta in them was reasonably safe. 
The camp was situated between two moun¬ 
tains where the Ogun river cuts its way through 
them. It is one of the wildest spots I ever saw. 
From this camp scouts went out and scoured the 
forests between that place and Ejahyay every 
day, and the Bashorun always knew when it was 
safe to start a caravan for supplies. I told him 
of my purpose to go to Abeokuta and requested 
him to let me know when it seemed to be safe 
for me to do so, and to furnish me with the 
needed carriers. This, after a little delay, he 
promised to do, and I began at once to prepare 
for the journey, the converts received permission 
to accompany me. I was not willing to go 
without them for I knew that the town would 
certainly be taken and there was no reason why 
they should remain unless they were capable of 
bearing arms. Those that now remained were 
either widows or children. The Bashorun, there- 
