The dawn had come and the sun was rising rosy and golden. The night lay behind in the west.
I looked out of the window at the way I had come and wondered. I am always looking back in life and wondering. Perhaps it would be a dull life where there are no pitfalls to be passed, no rocks to climb over.
“I see smoke there now.” In the clear morning air it was going up in a long spiral; but again my host shook his head.
“Only a cloud.”
But there were glasses lying on the table, and I looked through them and there was smoke on Krobo Hill.
So I think my men were right to fear, and I am lost in wonder when I remember they obeyed me and came on when they feared.
And then when the sun had risen and another hot day fairly begun, I went over to the D.C.'s house; he had a wife, and they were kindly putting me up, and I had breakfast and a bath and went to bed and slept I really think more soundly than I have ever in my life slept before.