Here and there might be seen on the bank a small dreary deserted shed, where had sat, day after day, a starving fisherman, until the rising waters drove the fish from their wonted haunts, and left him to die.

Tingane had been defeated; his people had been killed, kidnapped, and forced to flee from their villages.

There were a few wretched survivors in a village above the Ruo; but the majority of the population was dead.

The sight and smell of dead bodies was everywhere.

Many skeletons lay beside the path, where in their weakness they had fallen and expired.