When I returned here from Burungi it was about the tenth of October, so far as we could keep count. John was very angry with me at first, for leaving you and for coming to live with three men and I a single woman. I well-nigh lost patience with him. But I said, Well if _that’s_ all I’ll marry one of you, I’ll marry Ebenezer if he’ll have me. Ebenezer Anderson didn’t look overjoyed, but John said: That’s all right; you came out to marry him, so the Mission expected, and you’re only now fulfilling the contract. All right, I said, you’re a minister of the Gospel, you could marry us at home, so you can do it here, only it won’t be legal till we’re re-married at the Consulate. But it’ll be a marriage in God’s eyes, which is the great thing. I felt reckless about it somehow. Of course I’m not going to live with Eb until all this trouble’s over and everything is legal. Well, after that was done with, the country round seemed to be getting jumpy and Mbogo sent to say the Ruga-ruga under that Devil, Ayub, were coming to attack us, coming with lots of men and guns. So we sent out word to the Masai, and they turned up well. About three hundred spears. But after a bit they got tired of waiting, so went off somewhere else to do some raiding on their own account. Towards the end of October—perhaps it was the 28th—no sooner was our first bell rung for dressing—half-past five—than we heard the most unearthly yelling and a tremendous firing of guns. I just got my clothes and boots on anyhow and the men turned out in shirts and trousers and with their boots unlaced. The bullets were flying like hail above the stockade, first of all too high. We dared not go to peep through for fear of being shot. Well, John didn’t lose his head one bit. He gave out the Sniders to all our Walunga who could use them, and he and Bayley and Anderson took up the posts they had settled beforehand. Then the Ruga-ruga made a rush almost up to the ditch which they seemed not to expect, and John and the men let them have it. Five or six were killed. After that Mbogo’s Walunga came up and took them on the flank with guns and spears, and they didn’t like it at all and withdrew for a spell. But I can’t tell you everything—Perhaps some day I will if you ever care to hear it—I’ve got to write to John’s mother as well as you. The fighting in the afternoon was chiefly between the Ruga-ruga and Mbogo’s villages. I suppose they thought they’d better finish _them_ off before they came again to us. They drove Mbogo’s people out of all their villages except the big one near us, where Mbogo lives. This was higher up, and Mbogo and John had worked at its fortification on Captain Brentham’s plan—it turned out to be much more easily defended than our place. Fortunately also the Ruga-ruga and the Arabs don’t like fighting at night—Oh my headache, I must leave off for a bit....