Some of them returned their spears and clubs, but others
remained threatening. I spoke to our party against using firearms, and
then I caught the youth who was flourishing his spear, and with
difficulty got it from him. Poor fellow, he cried with rage, yet he did
me no harm. I clapped him, and got him to go away. All day he sat under
a tree, which we had frequently to pass, but he would have nothing to say
to us. It seems a knife had been stolen, and he being the only one about
the house when it was missed, was accused of taking it. One of the
teachers was winding line, and he caught the young fellow by the arm to
inquire about the knife. The lad thought he was going to be tied up with
the line; he struggled, got free, and raised the alarm.
Only the night before I had to warn the teachers against using firearms
to alarm or threaten the natives. An axe was stolen; every place about
was searched for it, and for some time without its being found. At last,
a native found it buried in the sand near where it was last used.
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