Imeerawanyee
executed, not only to Mrs. McArthur, but to several of the other guests.
At last Nanbaree crossed his knife and fork with great gravity, casting a
glance at the other, who looked for a moment with cool indifference at
what he had done, and then turned his head another way. Stung at this
supercilious treatment, he called in rage, to know why he was not attended
to, as well as the rest of the company. But Imeerawanyee only laughed; nor
could all the anger and reproaches of the other prevail upon him to do
that for one of his countrymen, which he cheerfully continued to perform to
every other person.]

Baneelon finding he could not succeed, withdrew himself for two days. At
length he made his appearance, attended only by his wife. Unmindful of what
had so recently happened, he marched singly up to the governor's house,
and on being refused admittance, though unarmed, attempted to force the
sentinel. The soldier spared him, but the guard was instantly sent for, and
drawn up in front of the house; not that their co-operation was necessary,
but that their appearance might terrify. His ardour now cooled, and he
seemed willing, by submission, to atone for his misconduct. His intrepid
disregard of personal risk, nay of life, could not however, but gain
admiration; though it led us to predict, that this Baneelon, whom
imagination had fondly pictured, like a second Omai, the gaze of a court
and the scrutiny of the curious, would perish untimely, the victim of his
own temerity.

To encourage his present disposition of mind, and to try if feelings of
compassion towards an enemy, could be exerted by an Indian warrior, the
governor ordered him to be taken to the hospital, that he might see the
victim of his ferocity. He complied in sullen silence. When about to enter
the room in which she lay, he appeared to have a momentary struggle with
himself, which ended his resentment. He spoke to her with kindness, and
professed sorrow for what he had done, and promised her future protection.
Barangaroo, who had accompanied him, now took the alarm: and as in shunning
one extreme we are ever likely to rush into another, she thought him
perhaps too courteous and tender. Accordingly she began to revile them both
with great bitterness, threw stones at the girl and attempted to beat her
with a club.

Here terminated this curious history, which I leave to the reader's
speculation. Whether human sacrifices of prisoners be common among t