Oh, let Thy kingdom come! No one will ever know the exact loss on this bright sultry summer morning, it gave me the impression of being in Hell.

All the slaves in the camp rushed at the fugitives on land, and plundered them: women were for hours collecting and carrying loads of what had been thrown down in terror.
Some escaped to me, and were protected: Dugumbe saved twenty-one, and of his own accord liberated them, they were brought to me, and remained over night near my house.

One woman of the saved had a musket-ball through the thigh, another in the arm.

I sent men with our flag to save some, for without a flag they might have been victims, for Tagamoio's people were shooting right and left like fiends.

I counted twelve villages burning this morning.