I got some
medicine and applied it to both.
When I reached the house, I found Mrs. Chalmers the only calm person
there. Natives were all around armed. When at the chief's house with
medicine I was told there was still another, and he was on board. They
kept shouting "Bocasi, Bocasi," the name of the man who was on board in
the morning. I found a small canoe all over blood, and two natives
paddled me off. On getting alongside, I saw the captain sitting on deck,
looking very white, and blood all about him. I asked, "Is there still a
man on board?" Answer: "Yes." "Is he shot?" "Yes." "Dead?" "Yes." He
was dead, and lying below. I was afraid to remain long on board, and
would not risk landing with the body; nor would it do for the body to be
landed before me, as then I might be prevented from landing at all; so I
got into the canoe, in which one native was sitting. The other was
getting the body to place in the canoe; but I said, "Not in this one, but
a larger one." So ashore I went, and hastened to the house.
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