notes; they loaded their pieces with ball-cartridge, or blank
cartridge and small stones, and commenced firing at the long range
of white buildings in which Colonel Bush and his officers slept.
They wasted so much ammunition on this useless display of fury that
the buildings were completely riddled. A few of the old soldiers
opposed them, and were wounded; but it fortunately happened that
they were, to an inconceivable degree, ignorant of the right use of
firearms--holding their muskets in their hands when they discharged
them, without allowing the butt-end to rest against their shoulders
or any part of their bodies. This fact accounts for the
comparatively little mischief they did in proportion to the quantity
of ammunition thrown away.

'The officers and sergeant-major escaped at the back of the
building, while Colonel Bush and Adjutant Bentley came down a little
hill. The colonel commanded the mutineers to lay down their arms,
and was answered by an irregular discharge of balls, which rattled
amongst the leaves of a tree under which he and the adjutant were
standing. On this Colonel Bush desired Mr. Bentley to make the best
of his way to St. James's Barracks for all the disposable force of
the 89th Regiment. The officers made good their retreat, and the
adjutant got into the stable where his horse was. He saddled and
bridled the animal while the shots were coming into the stable,
without either man or beast getting injured. The officer mounted,
but had to make his way through the mutineers before he could get
into San Josef, the barracks standing on an eminence above the
little town. On seeing the adjutant mounted, the mutineers set up a
thrilling howl, and commenced firing at him. He discerned the
gigantic figure of Daaga (alias Donald Stewart), with his musket at
the trail: he spurred his horse through the midst of them; they
were grouped, but not in line. On looking back he saw Daaga aiming
at him; he stooped his head beside his horse's neck, and effectually
sheltered himself from about fifty shots aimed at him. In this
position he rode furiously down a steep hill leading from the
barracks to the church, and was out of danger. His escape appears
extraordinary: but he got safe to town, and thence to St. James's,
and in a short time, considering it is eleven miles distant, brought
out a strong detachment of European troops; these, however, did not
arrive until the