time the onlookers began to rush forward to get the loot, but
the attacking party felt the things were theirs, so desisted in their
attack upon us in order to secure their booty.

A word as to myself and the children. Several fierce men with swords
jumped on my cart. One struck at the baby, but I parried the blow with a
pillow, and the little fellow only received a slight scratch on the
forehead. Then they dropped their swords and began tearing at our goods
at the back of the cart. Heavy boxes were dragged over us, and
everything was taken. Just then a dreadful looking man tried to reach us
from the back of the cart with his sword, missing by an inch. I thought
he would come to the front and continue his attack, but he did not. I
had seen Mr. Goforth sink to the ground covered with blood twice, and
had given him up for dead. Just then Paul, who had been in the last
cart, jumped in, wild with delight at what he seemed to think was great
fun, for he had run through the thick of the fight, dodging sword
thrusts from all sides, and had succeeded in reaching me without a
scratch. A moment later my husband came to the edge of the cart scarcely
able to stand, saying, "Get down quickly; we must not delay in getting
away." As I was getting down one man snatched away my hat, another my
shoes; but we were allowed to go.

Ruth was nowhere to be seen, and we hoped she was with the missionaries
who had charge of her at the time of attack. I saw that Mr. Goforth's
strength was failing fast, for he could scarcely walk, and as men began
to follow I urged him forward with the baby and the other two children,
and turning faced the men, begging them to have mercy on my children,
for they had begun to stone us. Some of us were black for days from the
blows received then. They stopped and listened, then the leader said,
"We've killed her husband, let her go." With this they ran back to the
carts.

I knew Mr. Goforth could not go far. We could see a small village not
far distant, and to this we hastened, praying as we went that the Lord
would open the hearts of the people to receive us. Here again Paul
seemed to feel no fear, but said, "Mother, what does this put you in
mind of? It puts me in mind of the Henty books!"

As we neared the village men came out to drive us away, but I begged
them to help us. By this time Mr. Goforth had sunk to the ground.
Putting the baby in an old woman's arms, I knelt down beside my husband.
The children we