been wasted. His Excellency therefore
ordered the woman to be taken to the hospital in order that her wounds
might be dressed. While this was doing, one of the natives, a young man
named Boladeree, came up and supplicated to be taken into the boat also,
saying that he was her husband, which she confirmed and begged that he
might be admitted. He was a fine well grown lad, of nineteen or twenty
years old, and was one of the persons who had been in the house in the
scene just described, which he had in no wise endeavoured to prevent, or to
afford assistance to the poor creature who had a right to his protection.

All our people now quitted the place, leaving the exasperated Baneelon and
his associates to meditate farther schemes of vengeance. Before they parted
he gave them, however, to understand that he would follow the object of his
resentment to the hospital, and kill her there, a threat which the governor
assured him if he offered to carry into execution he should be immediately
shot. Even this menace he treated with disdain.

To place the refugees in security, a sentinel was ordered to take post
at the door of the house, in which they were lodged. Nevertheless they
attempted to get away in the night, either from fear that we were not
able to protect them, or some apprehension of being restrained from future
liberty. When questioned where they proposed to find shelter, they said
they would go to the Cameragal tribe, with whom they should be safe. On the
following morning, Imeerawanyee* joined them, and expressed strong fears of
Baneelon's resentment. Soon after a party of natives, known to consist of
Baneelon's chosen friends, with a man of the name of Bigon, at their head,
boldly entered the hospital garden, and tried to carry off all three by
force. They were driven back and threatened, to which their leader only
replied by contemptuous insolence.

[*This good-tempered lively lad, was become a great favourite with us, and
almost constantly lived at the governor's house. He had clothes made up for
him, and to amuse his mind, he was taught to wait at table. One day a lady,
Mrs. McArthur, wife of an officer of the garrison, dined there, as did
Nanbaree. This latter, anxious that his countryman should appear to
advantage in his new office, gave him many instructions, strictly charging
him, among other things, to take away the lady's plate, whenever she should
cross her knife and fork, and to give her a clean one. This