Leaving the Doomed City 
much. During the night the younger warriors 
engaged in a war dance, moving in a circle and 
chanting a tune indescribably weird. In the 
dance they would strike each other with clubs 
smeared with the war “medicine” of each 
dancer. Whoever was least hurt by morning, 
was supposed to have the strongest “medicine.” 
Some of them were badly hurt by the poison, but 
I do not think that any of them died from the 
effects of this hideous carousal. Because of the 
attention I had shown to her wounded son, the 
Bashorun’s head wife did us the honor to come 
into our little room and personally see that we 
were as comfortable as the circumstances would 
admit. She conducted herself with much dig¬ 
nity, but appeared to be very sad. 
During the night, some of the soldiers fired on 
a leopard which was prowling around the camp. 
On account of the number of the dead people, 
the hyenas had revelled every night, but the 
armies had either driven away or destroyed 
much of the prey of the leopards, and hunger 
was beginning to make them very bold both in 
the mission yard and in the camp. The Bash- 
orun had had a rather startling adventure a few 
nights before. The old gentleman was very 
fond of chicken in his “palaver sauce” and so 
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