“You say that if I were in your country, your people would treat
me better than I treat you. There is no truth in you; nothing but
lies. If I were there, I should be doomed to a life-time of slavery
and be put to the hardest labor in tilling your fields. You are
too lazy yourselves to work in your fields, and therefore you send
your ships to the negro coast, and in exchange for the worthless
trinkets with which you cheat those poor blacks, you take away
ship-loads of them to your country from which never one returns. We
pray earnestly to Almighty God to send Christians ashore here in
order that we may gain a little profit of the same kind, and God
hears our prayers and often sends us some good ships.”
It was this same masterful Bedouin, lord of the desert wastes, who
enlightened Captain Paddock as to what had befallen the frigate which
drove ashore where the _Oswego’s_ crew had discovered the sea-washed
timbers, the roofless huts of stone, and the heap of human bones. It
was a very large warship, French or British, and the crew of several
hundred men were able to land much property and to make shelters for
themselves before the Arabs found them. A small tribe went down to
despoil them of all their belongings, as was righteous and proper,
but the armed men-of-war’s-men fired upon the Arab visitors, who were
enraged at the resistance of these Christian dogs and fell upon them
furiously. Many were killed on both sides, and the Arabs, finding the
enemy so numerous and well disciplined, sent for help, and another
tribe went down to the sea.
It was a great fight, for the Christian sailors shot very straight and
often, and the Arabs were not able to close in with their long knives;
so a third tribe was summoned, and the command was turned over to
Ahamed. He said to Captain Paddock:
[Illustration: WRECK OF THE “GROSVENOR” ON THE COAST OF CAFFRARIA]
“At daylight I made signs to the infidel dogs to lay down their
arms upon which their camp seemed all in confusion. At the moment
we were preparing to attack them, they formed themselves in a
close body and began to march off eastward. We formed ourselves in
three divisions, according to the tribes, and the chief of each
tribe led his own men. We attacked them in front and in rear, and
after fighting a long time we killed half those dogs, and then the
remnant left alive laid down their arms. We now all dropped our
guns, and fell upon them with our knives, and every one of them was
killed, and the whole number we found to be five hundred.”
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