I rushed into
the house with my bag, and then out to see what it was. I saw natives on
board the _Mayri_, and some in canoes; they were getting the hawser
ashore, and pulling up the anchor, no doubt to take the vessel.
Everywhere natives were appearing, some armed, and others unarmed. Two
of the lads from the vessel, wishing to get on board, went to their boat,
but found the natives would not let it go. I shouted to the natives
detaining it to let it go, which they did. Had I not been near, they
would certainly have been fired upon by the two lads, who were armed with
muskets. Before the boat got to the vessel I saw natives jump overboard,
and soon the firing became brisker. I rushed along the beach, calling
upon the natives to get into the bush, and to those on board to cease
firing. Firing ceased, and soon I heard great wailing at the chief's
house, where I was pressed to go. A man was shot through the leg and
arm. On running through the village to the house, to get something for
the wounded man, I was stopped to see a young man bleeding profusely,
shot through the left arm, the bullet entering the chest.
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