"Stephen and I were about to follow, when we heard a cry proceeding from one of the huts at hand, which, though the doorway was charred and the burning embers lay around it, had as yet escaped destruction.  Hurrying in, I stumbled over the corpse of a man.  His rifle lay on the ground, while his hand grasped an axe, the blade covered with gore.  I gazed on his face, and recognised, after a moment's scrutiny, my own brother-in-law.  He had fallen while defending his hearth and home. Close to him lay a young boy, who, I guessed, was his eldest child, shot through the head.