Several planters had been thus massacred, and at outlying gardens there was always this dread and danger.

On one occasion an urgent message was brought to me from such a garden, whose manager happened to be in Calcutta.

His head baboo begged me to come over and take charge, if only to reassure the coolies, who had been running off into the jungle on the report of a threatened Naga raid.

On going over I found the people tremendously excited, and most of them scared nearly to death.

My presence seemed to allay their fright, though if the savages had come we could have done nothing, having only a few rifles in the place and the coolies totally demoralized.