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Henty, G. A. (George Alfred), 1832-1902

"By Sheer Pluck, a Tale of the Ashanti War"

These were soon distributed
among the Fans.
"Me no like dat nigger," Ostik said. "Me think we hab trouble. You
see all women and children gone, dat bad. Wait till see what do
when king come."
That day and the next passed quietly. The baggage had been piled
in a circle, as usual, in an open space outside the village; the
tent being pitched in the center, and Ostik advised Mr. Goodenough
to sleep here instead of in the village. The day after their arrival
passed but heavily. The natives showed but little curiosity as to
the newcomers, although these must have been far more strange to
them than to the people nearer the coast. Still no women or children
made their appearance. Towards evening a great drumming was heard
in the distance.
"Here is his majesty at last," Mr. Goodenough said, "we shall soon
see what is his disposition."
In a short time the village was filled with a crowd of men all
carrying spears and bows and arrows. The drumming came nearer and
nearer, and then, carried in a chair on the shoulders of four strong
negroes, while ten others armed with guns marched beside him, the
king made his appearance.
Mr. Goodenough and Frank advanced to meet him.


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