en that first dreadful cry awoke him from his
dreamy sleep, only awoke to find himself in the power of foes relentless
and desperate. Every soul in the village was in the power of Ferodia,
so that he found himself in the morning with over five thousand slaves--
for prisoners of war are always slaves in Central Africa.

The chains found in the store-room of the King, which came formerly from
the Arab camp near Kwikuru, in Urori, were of use now, and into the
strong iron collars attached to them the necks of Kalulu, the two Arab
boys, and the most refractory of the captured warriors, were placed; but
as there were no locks, or they could not be found, the eyes of the
folding iron crescents, which folding together formed the collars, were
simply tied together firmly, while the hands of the captives were
tightly hound behind. When all were secured with their hands in
inexorable bonds behind their backs, they were marched outside by gangs,
under chiefs, of ten and twenty warriors. Then the ivory, the cloth,
the guns, the powder and bullets, and everything of value, were brought
forth and distributed amongst the warriors and conveyed outside at a
safe distance from the village.

After all these things had been done the torch was applied to every
tembe, and in an inconceivably short space of time the whole village was
wrapped and encircled by the tongues of destroying flames; the straw,
and the oil and butter found stored in the huts, and the resinous, gummy
substance of the wood which formed the rafters and palisade, adding
intensity to the flames, which were speedily devouring all.

While the village--the scene of so much merrymaking, and fun, and
innocent frolic, scene of the ceremonies, the rejoicings, which have
found place in our history--was thus being ruthlessly destroyed, being
rapidly reduced to black ashes, to be as a thing in our memories alone,
to become only as a tradition for those unborn, the great sun arose as
usual in the east with his usual splendour and grateful benignity to
light the second epoch of misery through which Kalulu, Selim, and
Abdullah passed, and to guide the footsteps of the enslaved King and
Watuta on their way to slavery.

Ah! ye, my young readers, surrounded by a halo of kindness and love, by
the bloom, the brightness, and the happiness of a civilised life, with
which Heaven has favoured you, can ye imagine the deep, indescribable
misery in which the high-spirited young King found hi