Then the King and his army went to the other side of the island, and
carried me with them and our dog, and there he began mustering together
a greater army, taking more men out of every town he visited. As soon as
the women saw the King and his army coming, they got their sticks and
came dancing for joy. And when he came into a town a mat was laid on the
ground for him to sit on. When he sat down the wife of the chief of the
town came out with some white stuff upon a stone, and dipped her finger
in it, and put one spot on the King's forehead, and one on each cheek,
and one on his chin; and so they did to his four wives who went with
him. Then, when the women had done spotting them, the captain of the
town and all his men came before the King, some with great calabashes
full of liquor, and he bid the captain get his men ready to go along
with the army, which was done in a day's time. Thus he went from town to
town.
The dog belonging to our ship went too, and when he saw any hogs, he ran
and barked at them till the negroes came and killed them with their
lances. And sometimes he would fetch a young pig and bring it to me.
It was six or seven weeks before they reached the town of the enemy, and
rushed into it, firing and striking with their lances, and killing or
taking prisoners all who did not run away. Then marching further up the
country they met with the enemy's whole army; and for about a month they
fought with them day after day, our side nearly always getting the
better of it.
When as many prisoners had been taken as the King needed for slaves, we
marched back again through the towns, and the people brought great
parcels of rice made up in plantain leaves, and pots of boiled fish for
the King and his men to eat with their rice. They used to sit four, and
six, or eight together; they also gave me some by myself, on a plantain
leaf. This they did at every town where the King came. But as I was
coming back with them I was taken lightheaded, so that sometimes I fell
down, and could not stir without extreme pain.
About a week after we reached our own town the King asked me if I could
make powder. I told him 'No;' he then asked if I could make shot. I said
'Yes;' and he told his men to fetch some lead, and clay for the moulds,
and as well as I could I made three or four hundred shot. The King was
pleased with these, and while I was making them I had victuals given me,
and some of their best drink.
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