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In Afric’s Forest and Jungle 
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as if he was getting more angry. The soldiers 
murmured indignantly. Rising to my feet and 
looking him sternly in the eye, I emphatically 
said, “ You know it, Artumbala, and / know it, 
and that is enough.” For a few moments noth¬ 
ing more could be heard. The chief pretended 
to be furiously angry and the soldiers talked so 
loudly that everything was utter confusion, but 
my last reply completely took the old fellow by 
surprise and was a home shot. Then talking 
loud enough to be heard above the din, 1 told the 
chief that I was going to take all the children to 
Lagos and tell the English people that Artumbala 
stole my children and would not let me live in 
Abeokuta and that he was the enemy of the 
white man. This was another home shot, for at 
that time he had become quite famous in England 
by pretending to be a convert of the Church of 
England Missionary Society. Having said this, I 
hurriedly left the compound with the howls of 
the people following me. 
I found great consternation in the mission yard. 
Everybody was looking for Artumbala’s men to 
come and destroy the mission house and seize all 
the Ejahyay people as slaves. 1 had hardly 
quieted them when Artumbala’s messenger came 
in a trot and said the child was there, but it had 
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