We were whirled into the air like feathers in a breeze, but managed to cling--our bonds being broken--to some of the boughs among which we found ourselves.

Shortly afterward, a quarter of an hour or so, there came on the heaviest shower I had ever experienced.

Such a downpour of branches of trees, gnarled roots, broken fruits, birds' feathers, mutilated apes of many species, and--well, anatomical specimens! It went on and on until the boughs around us were made into splinters and we were beaten to the ground with the force of those missiles, all the dense forest around us echoing to the shrieks of the lories and parrots, the monkeys and the wildcats." "And now the missionaries," said Ella, after a pause.
"And what happened after that ?" whispered Phyllis.
He shook his head.
"After that we came away," he said.

"We couldn't see that there was any need for us to stay loafing about the forest when we had our business to mind in another direction.

It took us two days, however, finding our launch." "And that is what the missionaries call your dynamite outrage against the natives ?" said Ella.
"So it would seem," said he.