It was attended by all the friendly and submitted kings.
These vied with each other in their pomp; they were dressed in gorgeous robes and carried their state umbrellas, while their attendants danced round them, beating drums and blowing horns.
After the palaver was over, target practice took place, with the guns.

Canvas dummies were riddled with bullets by the Maxims; and stockades, specially constructed for the purpose, were demolished by the big guns.

The natives retired, greatly impressed.
Two days later, Colonel Willcocks got up a rifle meeting for a cup; and he himself took his place among the competitors.
Five days later, news came that a fresh force of the enemy had gathered.

Two columns were sent out--one of seven hundred and the other of five hundred men--but, though they traversed a wide stretch of country, they had no fighting.

They received, however, the submission of a number of chiefs and villages.
The new commander of the Ashanti force was captured, tried, and hanged.