Or they laid out plantations in the rich alluvial soil behind the station and fenced them in. There Mr. Stott could plant his poor remnant of English vegetable seeds, or with greater hope the maize, pumpkins, sweet potatoes, ground-nuts, beans, and manioc of the agricultural and fishing Bantu population. Then, on the twenty-first day of this busy three weeks, the Masai messengers once more squatted before the Stotts’ baraza. Silently one of them tendered to Mrs. Stott a little package of dried banana leaves, tied with some native fibre. Inside a fold of old newspaper and a makeshift envelope made out of a copy-book cover, on one half-sheet of dirty copy-book paper, Ann sent Lucy this message: Mbogo’s Village, NOVEMBER SOMETHING OR OTHER, 1888. DEAR LUCY,— Your messengers arrived yesterday, but I had to keep them waiting for an answer and now they are impatient to go. The station has been attacked—I think it began at the end of October, but I am muddled about dates. John and Mr. Bayley were killed on the second day. Anderson and I are only wounded; we are recovering, though my headaches are awful. Josiah is dead, tell Halima. Help has come at last. But don’t come back this way. The Ruga-ruga are all over Ugogo and there is fierce fighting in Nguru. The Masai fought splendidly on our side. Go on to the coast quick as you can, northern route. Can’t write more now, but will send through more news to Unguja if I get the chance. Good-bye. John talked of nothing but you when he was dying. It’s about broken my heart. ANN JAMBLIN. Lucy and Mrs. Stott looked at one another in horror and consternation as this note—written by a pencil that had been frequently moistened—fluttered to the ground from Lucy’s nerveless fingers. She felt it was the only tribute to her husband’s memory, to her real horror and remorse to assume a faintness she did not feel while Mrs. Stott led her dry-eyed to her tent and couch. *CHAPTER XII* *THE ATTACK ON THE STATION* _From Mrs. Anderson, E.A.M., to Mr. Callaway, Agent of East African Mission, Unguja._ Mbogo’s Village, Ulunga, Nguru, _Novr._ 30, 1888. DEAR MR. CALLAWAY,—