The cases of goods and provisions were utilized for this purpose as they were emptied.
For another two months they journeyed on, halting frequently and adding continually to their stores.

The country was fairly populated, and there was no difficulty in buying plantains and fruit and in obtaining fresh sets of carriers through the territories of each petty chief.

They were now approaching the Volta, when one day a native, covered with dust and bathed in perspiration, came up to their camp, and throwing himself on the ground before Mr.Goodenough poured out a stream of words.
"What does he say, Ostik ?" "Me not know, sar.

P'r'aps Ugly Tom know.

He been down near Volta country." Ugly Tom was called, and after a conversation with the native, told Mr.
Goodenough that he was a messenger from Abeokuta, that the people there were threatened by an attack by the King of Dahomey, and that they implored the white men, who they heard were in the neighborhood, to come to their aid.
"What do you say, Frank ?" Mr.Goodenough asked.
"I don't know anything about it, sir," Frank said.