We closed up, we fought like devils, even the bearer boys rushed into the fray.

From all sides they poured down upon us, for we had made a ring; every minute men died by hundreds, and, though their numbers grew few, not one of the Amawombe yielded.

I was fighting with a spear now, though how it came into my hand I cannot remember for certain.

I think, however, I wrenched it from a man who rushed at me and was stabbed before he could strike.

I killed a captain with this spear, for as he fell I recognised his face.