"He is dead; I cut his head off." "You shot him ?" "No, somebody else shot him in the hip.

When I came, he put up his hands, and cried: 'Don't kill me; I am a Malietoa man.' I did not believe him, and I cut his head off......

Have you any ammunition to fit that gun ?" "I do not know." "What has become of the cartridge-belt ?" "Another fellow grabbed that and the cartridges, and he won't give them to me." A dreadful and silly picture of barbaric war.
The words of the German sailor must be regarded as imaginary: how was the poor lad to speak native, or the Samoan to understand German?
When Moors came as far as Sunga, the _Eber_ was yet in the bay, the smoke of battle still lingered among the trees, which were themselves marked with a thousand bullet-wounds.

But the affair was over, the combatants, German and Samoan, were all gone, and only a couple of negrito labour boys lurked on the scene.

The village of Letongo beyond was equally silent; part of it was wrecked by the shells of the _Eber_, and still smoked; the inhabitants had fled.