Come to my land and kill me that wild beast with your magic weapon.

I say, Come, Come, for I am terribly afraid,' and indeed he looked it.
"'No,' I answered, 'I shed no blood; I kill nothing except butterflies, and of these only a few.

But if you fear this brute why do you not poison it?
You black people have many drugs.' "'No use, no use,' he replied in a kind of wail.

'The beast knows poisons, some it swallows and they do not harm it.

Others it will not touch.