He wore an old pair of blue trousers with red stripes, faced with tanned sheep's-skin, and a vest, or rather cuirass, of thick leather, which was here and there slashed by the sharp claws of the animals.
When he was fairly on the floor, Goliath unclasped his fangs, opened his mouth, and let fall the great piece of beef, licking his blood-stained lips with greediness.

Like many other mountebanks, this species of monster had began by eating raw meat at the fairs for the amusement of the public.

Thence having gradually acquired a taste for this barbarous food, and uniting pleasure with profit, he engaged himself to perform the prelude to the exercises of Morok, by devouring, in the presence of the crowd, several pounds of raw flesh.
"My share and Death's are below stairs, and here are those of Cain and Judas," said Goliath, pointing to the chunk of beef.

"Where is the cleaver, that I may cut it in two ?--No preference here--beast or man--every gullet must have it's own." Then, rolling up one of the sleeves of his vest, he exhibited a fore-arm hairy as skin of a wolf, and knotted with veins as large as one's thumb.
"I say, master, where's the cleaver ?"--He again began, as he cast round his eyes in search of that instrument.

But instead of replying to this inquiry, the Prophet put many questions to his disciple.
"Were you below when just now some new travellers arrived at the inn ?" "Yes, master; I was coming from the slaughter-house." "Who are these travellers ?" "Two young lasses mounted on a white horse, and an old fellow with a big moustache.