s silver for mark of office all day the drums beat in the city and all day of tearful gentlemen the with assurances that they would be murdered ere next dawning by the which said the in confidence to the head of police pretty fair indication that the are going to make unpleasant i think we can arrange a little surprise for them i have given the heads of both fair warning if they choose to disregard it so much the worse for them there was a large gathering in s house that night but of men that i had never seen before if i except the fat gentleman in black with the gold lay in the window seat more bitterly scornful of his faith and its that i had ever known him s maid was very busy cutting up and mixing tobacco for the guests we could hear the thunder of the drums as the accompanying each marched to the central in the plain outside the city preparatory to their triumphant re entry and circuit within the walls all the streets seemed with and only fort was black and silent when the noise of the drums ceased no one in the white room spoke for a time the first has moved off said looking to the plain that is very early said the man with the it is only half past eight the company rose and departed some of them were men from i said when the last bad gone they brought me brick te such � s the on the city wall sell and a tea urn from show me now how the english make tea the brick tea was abominable when it was finished suggested a descent into the streets i am nearly sure that there will be trouble to night he said all the city thinks so and is as the say now i tell you that at the corner of the gate you will find my horse all this night if you want to go about and to see things it is a most disgraceful exhibition where is the pleasure of saying twenty thousand times in a night all the � there were two and twenty of them � were now well within the city walls the drums were beating afresh the crowd were howling i and beating their breasts the brass bands were playing their and at every comer where space allowed were telling the lamentable story of the death of the it was impossible to move except with the crowd for the streets were not more than twenty feet wide in the quarters the shutters of all the shops were up and cross barred as the first a gorgeous ten feet high was borne aloft on the shoulders of a score of stout men into that semi darkness of the of the a through its and sides into thy hands o lord i murmured as a yell went up from behind and a native officer of police his horse through the crowd another followed and the staggered and swayed where it had stopped go on in the name of the go forward shouted the policeman but there was an ugly and of shutters and the crowd halted with oaths and before the house whence the had been thrown then without any warning broke the storm � not only in o on the city wall the of the but in a half a dozen other place the rocked like ships at sea the long pole dipped and rose round them while the men shouted � the are the i strike strike into their temples for the faith the six or eight with each drew their and struck as long as they could in the hope of forcing the mob forward but they were overpowered and as of poured into the streets the fight became general half a mile away where the were yet untouched the drums and the shrieks of continued but not for long the priests at the corners of the streets knocked the legs from the that supported their and smote for the faith while stones fell from the silent houses upon friend and foe and the packed streets � din din din a caught fire and was dropped for a flaming barrier between and at the corner of the then the crowd forward and wall drew me close to the stone pillar of a well it wa intended from the beginning he shouted in my ear with more heat than blank should be guilty of the bricks were carried up to the houses beforehand these swine of we shall be in their temples to night after some burning others torn to pieces hurried past us and the mob howling shrieking and striking at the house doors in their flight at last we saw the reason of the rush the assistant district of police a boy of twenty had got together thirty and was forcing the crowd through the streets his old gray police horse showed no sign of uneasiness as it was breast on into the crowd and the long dog whip with which he had armed himself was never still they know we haven t enough police to hold em he cried as he passed me a cut on his face they on the city wall know we haven t aren t any of the men from the club coming down to help get on you sons of burnt fathers the dog whip cracked across the backs and the smote afresh with and gun butt with these passed the lights and the shouting and began to swear under his breath from fort shot up a single then two side by side it was the signal for troops the covered with dust and sweat but calm and gently smiling up the street in rear of the main body of the no one killed yet he shouted i ll keep em on 