him get up; he no get up. Captain
he get sword, and he tell him, s'pose he no get up he cut head off; he
get up, go ashore. I fear he no all right." They left me and went
towards the sawpit. Some men were clearing at the back of my house, some
were putting up a cook-house, and the teachers were sawing wood. On the
cook-house being finished, I was paying the men, when, on hearing a great
noise, I rose up and saw those who were at the sawpit running away and
leaping the fence, and heard firing as if from the vessel. I rushed into
the house with my bag, and then out to see what it was. I saw natives on
board the _Mayri_, and some in canoes; they were getting the hawser
ashore, and pulling up the anchor, no doubt to take the vessel.
Everywhere natives were appearing, some armed, and others unarmed. Two
of the lads from the vessel, wishing to get on board, went to their boat,
but found the natives would not let it go. I shouted to the natives
detaining it to let it go, which they did. Had I not been near, they
would certainly have been fired upon by the two lads, who were armed with
muskets. Before the boat got to the vessel I saw natives jump overboard,
and soon the firing became brisker. I rushed along the beach, calling
upon the natives to get into the bush, and to those on board to cease
firing. Firing ceased, and soon I heard great wailing at the chief's
house, where I was pressed to go. A man was shot through the leg and
arm. On running through the village to the house, to get something for
the wounded man, I was stopped to see a young man bleeding profusely,
shot through the left arm, the bullet entering the chest. I got some
medicine and applied it to both.

When I reached the house, I found Mrs. Chalmers the only calm person
there. Natives were all around armed. When at the chief's house with
medicine I was told there was still another, and he was on board. They
kept shouting "Bocasi, Bocasi," the name of the man who was on board in
the morning. I found a small canoe all over blood, and two natives
paddled me off. On getting alongside, I saw the captain sitting on deck,
looking very white, and blood all about him. I asked, "Is there still a
man on board?" Answer: "Yes." "Is he shot?" "Yes." "Dead?" "Yes." He
was dead, and lying below. I was afraid to remain long on board, and
would not risk landing with the body; nor would it do for the body to be
landed before me, as then I might be prev