The settlement had been fallen on by some powerful foe, and its inhabitants put to the assegai.

The forebodings of the natives had come true; Babyan Kraals were peopled by memories alone.
I passed on up the terraces.

There shone the roofs of the marble huts.
They would not burn, and were too strong to be easily pulled down.

I entered one of them--it had been our sleeping hut--and lit a candle which I had with me.

The huts had been sacked; leaves of books and broken mouldering fragments of the familiar furniture lay about.