I tell you that I have at my command three hundred brave men armed with guns who worship Allah and thirst for the blood of Christian dogs.

With these I will follow, and if you fall into my hands alive, you shall learn what it is to die by fire or pinned over ant-heaps in the sun.

Let us see if your English man-of-war will help you then, or your false God either.

Misfortune go with you, white-skinned robbers of honest men!" This pleasing epistle was unsigned, but its anonymous author was not hard to identify.

I showed it to Stephen who was so infuriated at its contents that he managed to dab some ammonia with which he was treating his mosquito bites into his eye.