Kwisa was reached after dark, when it was found that the place had been entirely destroyed by the enemy.
Next morning they moved forward with the greatest caution, fully expecting that there would be another terrific fight at Dompoasi.
This place, though only four miles from Kwisa, was not reached till nightfall.

Darkness set in with heavy rain, and the officers commanding the two leading companies held a council of war, and decided to call in the scouts--who were useless in the dusk--to make a dash for the village, and try to rush it before preparations could be made for its defence.
The terrible downpour of rain was all in their favour.

The enemy's scouts, who had reported the advance upon Kwisa, had given up the idea of watching, that night; and they and the whole war camp were at their evening meal.

The noise of the rain drowned the sounds of feet, and the troops were in the village before the enemy entertained a suspicion of their approach.
A scene of wild confusion then ensued.

The enemy rushed wildly to and fro, while our men poured volley after volley into them.
Savages have no idea of rallying, when thus taken by surprise.