The result you can imagine. The whole country of which I am writing has been completely depopulated. The price of slaves has fallen to such an extent that 5 to 10 dollars is the average. Trade has ceased to exist, except the slave trade, in which every man is interested. The country is desolate except for bands of robbers and murderers perched on hilltops.
Food is unprocurable.
The age of each successive raid can be easily gathered by the height of the bush on former homesteads. The Abyssinians have no food, and to get it they must go further and further afield. This means British territory. All have been exterminated or have fled. The natives were friendly to any white man and numbers were my personal friends, so I may be excused if I write feelingly.