gave him a look which would have pierced the epidermis of a rhinoceros, but which failed to make any impression on this man. He continued:
"Let me know your ideas of a future state. Do you believe that there is a new life for the soul after death?"
Still no answer, only an angry glitter began to appear in the chief's eyes.
"Now, do you expect to meet that boy of yours in Hades, eh?"
A muttered curse from the Ashanti.
"Look here, don't get sulky now. Tell me what your religious belief is."
No answer.
"Oh! very well. Don't say anything if you don't want to. I expect your son is having a nice time of it now. Pretty hot down where he is now, eh?"
Then the chief rose, and, majestically throwing his cloth around him, said to the Fanti:
"Why do the English allow idiots like this to be at large?" and went away to try and find some place where he could brood over his loss in peace.
One morning the whole camp was convulsed with horror by an accident, which, had it been followed by serious consequences, would have been too awful to contemplate. One of the retinue was playing in his
