The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1892-06-05

The houses in front of them went up
into the air, and falling shower OF Jumps
| of hard clay from the sun-dried wall, or
! fragments of the shattered palisades,
| struck many of the men.
| Deafened by the noise and almost
blinded by the glare. those who nrst stag
! gered to their feet could scarcely speak or
| see Where the Ju-ju house had been
| hung a dense cloud Of white smoke.
| Shouting again to the men. Tom rose
| and disappeared up the side alley. WHITTIER
| several of the sailors followed him, while
| the captain and the rest rushed into the
| smoke and began climbing oter the broken
| paiisade and into the ruins OF the shat
| tered Ju-ju house.
AS the smoke lifted they could trace the
destruction wrought by the explosion.
| Scarcely a vestige remained of the Ju-Ju
house or of its surroundings, while half
burnt bodies and human limbs were scat
tered about the smoking ruins OF the en-
closure.
As the sailors gradually recovered from
the shock they set to work to search for
traces of the three white men, whose man.
gled limbs they momentarily feared to
lind; but joyful cry from Tom checked
them in this melancholy employment, and
running to the spot they found him sup
porting the apparently lifeless form of the
doctor. while Williams and Crowther were
being helped along by the sailors.
While the captain conducted the res
cued white men on board the Flying Fish,
where they were soon comfortably in
stalled, and the wound of the doctor,
which proved less serious than supposed.
attended to, Williams, whose wound was
but slight one. related how, guarded in
the Ju-ju house. not knowing what ter
rible fate might be in store for
them, they had learned of the ar
rival of the sailors by the excited
talking of their captOrs. Fearing he knew
not what, when, as Ejabu mounted the
palisade to warn back the rescuing party,
they found themselves being dragged off
towards the gloomy forest, Williams had
called out in desperation, hoping his voice
might guide the sailors. The next moment
the shock of the explosion threw them
selves and their guards to the ground. Re-
covering, thay were still being hurried off,
when Tom and the sailors appeared run
ming up, and their captors fed. but not
before one of them had wounded the doc
tor with a spear thrust.
The cause of the explosion was due to the
lieutenant left in command of the Flying
Fish observing from the lookout through
his glass the scene behind the palisade,
hidden from the captain and his compan-
ions. The movements of those dragging off
the three captives were plainly visible to
the officer, so he determined on firing
shot at Ejabu in the hope of disconcerting
the savages and enabling the captain to
rush" the stockade before they had re-
covered form their surprise, and it was
this lucky shot which, by entering the
house where the plundered gunpowder
from the Rosy Morn had been stored.
had been the means of saving the three
prisoners.
An hour later Tom, who had guided
search party to spot in the forest where
the surviving Kruboys were found and
released, to the immense Joy of poor Jim
Doe, whose joy at recovering his master
was mixed with grief for his slain COM
rades, came with beaming face up to Will
Jams, whom he found sitting beside the
doctors couch on deck, saying:
"Well, doctor, you won't be in a hurry
again, fancy, to cure sick African king
unless it be Tom here, who is now the
rightful monarch of Brass, although I
thing he will prefer coming home to Eng
land with me to learn more 'Whiteman
fashion'-eh, Tom? to staying to reign
over such subjects as those yonder; and if
you do practice on Tom, doctor, you
needn't fear his fetich-need he, Tom?"
To which the smiling lad replied:
"Whiteman fetch strong too much
pass all blackmans." as he patted the
sleek, shining sides of the cannon which
had saved them all by its lucky shot.
ROGER EASEMENT,
Late of the service of the Congo Free
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