It was in this place that a Samoan sharpshooter was knocked over by Jaeckel with his own hand.

The fire was maintained by the Samoans in the usual wasteful style.

The roof was made a sieve; the balls passed clean through the house; Lieutenant Sieger, as he lay, already dying, on Hufnagel's bed, was despatched with a fresh wound.

The Samoans showed themselves extremely enterprising: pushed their lines forward, ventured beyond cover, and continually threatened to envelop the garden.

Thrice, at least, it was necessary to repel them by a sally.