Native workers of every kind--servants, labourers, miners--are throwing up their places and rushing towards the sea.

The few who can speak English say, "Too plenty bom-bom!" as sufficient explanation of their panic.

The Government has now fitted the open trucks with cross-seats and side-bars for their convenience, and so, hardly visible in the darkness, the black crowd rolls up to the platform.

Instantly black hands with pinkish palms are thrust through all the bars, as in a monkey-house.

Black heads jabber and click with excitement.