essing Uraso, "that we intend to go to the hill and bring in the
flag, which must be taken with us."

As Uraso interpreted this to the people it had a remarkable significance
to them. Uraso begged permission to take all of them on the expedition,
and this was readily assented to.

The warriors all armed, as though going forth to battle, ascended the
hill, with the boys in the lead. Arriving there John formed the column
in a circle around the staff. Angel was present, and he shambled toward
the pole and mounted it. He remembered the little wheel at the top,
which had afforded them such an amusing incident when it was erected.

This time he came down without much solicitation on the part of George.

"As George and Harry were the ones to hoist the flag, I shall delegate
them to lower it," said John.

The boys went forward, and at the quiet suggestion of John took off
their hats. At this signal John took off his, and Uraso followed suit,
and the hint was sufficient for the warriors, who stood with uncovered
heads while the boys reverently lowered it.

The wonder and amazement depicted on the faces of those who witnessed it
was a spectacle. What an impressive thing it was to them; it was the
mystery, which to the savage mind is always an important factor, and
John knew it.

The flag was folded with the greatest care, the natives watching each
move with intense interest, and was then wrapped in cloth, as though it
was the most valuable treasure in the world.

"We want them to feel that it is something they must love and protect.
It is safe to say, that after this exhibition, everyone of the warriors
would have fought to the death to preserve that emblem of power, like
the Israelites of old, who regarded the Ark of the Covenant as their
fortress and strength."

The last night at the Cataract was a sad one for the boys. For a year
and a half it had been their home. They had built every part of it. Each
portion had some delicious memory connected with it, and all must now be
left to the ravishes of time. Only the water wheel would be left.

It hardly seems possible that the accumulations at the Cataract would
make over one hundred packages, aside from the contents of the wagon.
When the entire stock of material was arranged the next morning, it was
an interesting sight.

The two wagons were driven out from the yard, Harry and Tom in charge of
one, and George and Ralph of the other team. Twenty-five light loads had
b