re, had to
wait patiently in the fort, whilst their homes and property were being
destroyed.

While most of the party were looking towards the village, I happened to
cast my eyes in the other direction, from whence the enemy had come.
There I saw a large body of men making their way among the trees. My
heart sank within me. I was afraid that our enemies were about to be
reinforced. And now, with their numbers increased, they would probably
again attack us.

"It cannot be helped," I said to John. "We must allow no feelings of
compunction to prevent us from firing on them. Had we shot the chief,
his followers would probably not have attempted to commit this barbarous
act."

At length I called Duppo, and pointed out the fresh band now
approaching. Instead of being alarmed, as I had expected, his
countenance brightened, and he instantly turned round and shouted out
some words in a cheerful tone. The whole of the villagers on this
sprang up, and a look of satisfaction, such as Indians seldom exhibit,
coming over their countenances, they began to shout in cheerful tones.
Then several of them rushed to the entrance last closed, and pulling
down the stakes, hurried out towards the new-comers. As they drew
nearer, I recognised one of the chiefs whom we had met--Maono, Duppo's
father. A few words only were exchanged between the garrison and the
warriors, and then the latter rushed on towards the village. In a few
minutes loud cries and shouts arose, and we saw our late assailants
scampering through the woods, pursued by our friends. The former did
not attempt to stop and defend themselves. Several, shot by arrows or
pierced by lances, lay on the ground. The remainder were soon lost to
sight among the trees, pursued by the warriors who had just returned,
and who seemed eager to wreak their revenge on the destroyers of their
village.

No attempt was made to put out the flames; indeed, so rapidly did they
extend among the combustible materials of which they were constructed,
that the whole of the huts standing within reach of each other were
quickly burned to the ground. We now ventured to accompany Oria and her
mother out of the fort. They were met by Maono, who received them in
calm Indian fashion, without giving way to any exhibition of feeling.
He, indeed, seemed to have some sad intelligence to communicate.
Whatever it was, they soon recovered, and now seemed to be telling him
how much they owed their prese