"We seemed to be fighting a body of demons with their wild screams and yells.

Indeed, I could scarce distinguish the men from the women." A strong guard was placed at night at the stockade, and Mr.Goodenough and Frank lay down close at hand in case the assault should be renewed.
At daybreak the sound of a cannon caused them to start to their feet.
"They are not satisfied yet," Mr.Goodenough exclaimed, hurrying to the wall.

In the night the Dahomans had either with sacks or earth raised their cannon some six feet, so that they were able to fire over the mound caused by the fallen wall at the stockade behind it, at which they were now directing their fire.
"Now for the sacks," Mr.Goodenough said.

Running down, he directed the sacks laden with earth, to whose necks ropes had been attached, to be brought up.

Five hundred willing hands seized them, and they were lowered in front of the center of the stockade, which was alone exposed to the enemy's fire, until they hung two deep over the whole face.
As fast as one bag was injured by a shot it was drawn up and another lowered to its place.