All morning shots were listened for in vain; but over the top of the forest, far up the mountain, smoke was for some time observed to hang.

About ten a dead man was carried in, lashed under a pole like a dead pig, his rosary (for he was a Catholic) hanging nearly to the ground.

Next came a young fellow wounded, sitting in a rope swung from a pole; two fellows bearing him, two running behind for a relief.

At last about eleven, three or four heavy volleys and a great shouting were heard from the bush town Tanungamanono; the affair was over, the victorious force, on the march back, was there celebrating its victory by the way.

Presently after, it marched through Apia, five or six hundred strong, in tolerable order and strutting with the ludicrous assumption of the triumphant islander.