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of powder are?" He did. "You know the use to make of them?" He did. He grasped my<br />

hand. "Goliah," said he, "farewell! I swear that the fort shall be in atoms, as soon as yonder<br />

unbelievers have carried it. Oh, my poor mother!" added the gallant youth, as sighing, yet<br />

fearless, he retired to his post.<br />

I gave one thought to my blessed, my beautiful Belinda, and then, stepping into the front,<br />

took down one of the swivels;—a shower of matchlock balls came whizzing round my<br />

head. I did not heed them.<br />

I took the swivel, and aimed coolly. Loll Mahommed, his palanquin, and his men, were<br />

now not above two hundred yards from the fort. Loll was straight before me, gesticulating<br />

and shouting to his men. I fired—bang! ! !<br />

I aimed so true, that one hundred and seventeen best Spanish olives were lodged in a lump<br />

in the face of the unhappy Loll Mahommed. The wretch, uttering a yell the most hideous<br />

and unearthly I ever heard, fell back dead; the frightened bearers flung down the palanquin<br />

and ran—the whole host ran as one man: their screams might be heard for leagues.<br />

"Tomasha, tomasha," they cried, "it is enchantment!" Away they fled, and the victory a<br />

third time was ours. Soon as the fight was done, I flew back to my Belinda. We had eaten<br />

nothing for twenty-four hours, but I forgot hunger in the thought of once more beholding<br />

HER!<br />

The sweet soul turned towards me with a sickly smile as I entered, and almost fainted in my<br />

arms; but alas! it was not love which caused in her bosom an emotion so strong—it was<br />

hunger! "Oh! my Goliah," whispered she, "for three days I have not tasted food—I could<br />

not eat that horrid elephant yesterday; but now—oh! heaven! . . . ." She could say no more,<br />

but sank almost lifeless on my shoulder. I administered to her a trifling dram of rum, which<br />

revived her for a moment, and then rushed down stairs, determined that if it were a piece of<br />

my own leg, she should still have something to satisfy her hunger. Luckily I remembered<br />

that three or four elephants were still lying in the field, having been killed by us in the first<br />

action, two days before. Necessity, thought I, has no law; my adorable girl must eat<br />

elephant, until she can get something better.<br />

I rushed into the court where the men were, for the most part, assembled. "Men," said I,<br />

"our larder is empty; we must fill it as we did the day before yesterday. Who will follow<br />

Gahagan on a foraging party?" I expected that, as on former occasions, every man would<br />

offer to accompany me.<br />

To my astonishment, not a soul moved—a murmur arose among the troops; and at last one<br />

of the oldest and bravest came forward.

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