Once they murdered a man behind our water garden.

Our negroes moaned and sobbed all day, all night, helpless, utterly demoralised.

Two were shot swimming; one came back dying from snake bite.

I saw him dead on the porch.
"I saw men fall down in the street with the black vomit--women, also--and once I saw two little children lying dead against a garden wall in St.Catharine's Alley.

I was young, but I remember." A terrible pallor came into his wan face.
"And I remember my mother," he said; "and her pleading with the men who came to the house to let her send me across the river where there was no fever.