Reginald Bacon

Imagine A country of 2,500 square miles, one mass of forest. Imagine this forest stocked with trees some 200 feet high. Imagine the fact that you might easily walk for an hour without seeing the sun overhead, and only at times get a glimmer of a sunbeam across the path. And you have an elementary conception of the bush country of Benin. Reginald Bacon.

A searching volley soon disclosed the enemy who commenced the attack, never venturing into the open, but keeping inside the cover of the bush and firing their long guns at us.

To these we replied with sectional volleys and the deadly sweeping fire of the Maxims.

Wildfire is the only name for describing the flames.

The air was filled with a thin black smoke, which gusts of wind swept in every direction, curling and wreathing it in fantastic shapes.

Soon, everything seemed in a blaze.

Buried in the dirt of ages in one house were several hundred unique bronze plaques suggestive of almost Egyptian design, but of really superb casting.