That night I attacked him again, and met him hand to hand; I killed him, and carried home his skull, and I was appeased.
"But all the great warriors were wroth, and my father could not restrain them.

They called out their men, and I called out my men, and I had a large body, for my name was terrible.

But the force raised against me was twice that of mine, and I retreated to the bush--after awhile we met and fought, and I killed many, but my men were too few, and were overpowered--the fetish had been sent out against me, and their hearts melted; at last I sank down with my wounds, for I bled at every pore, and I told my men who were about me to take off my feathers, and my dress and boots, that my enemies might not have my skull: they did so, and I crawled into the bush to die.

But I was not to die; I was recovering, when I was discovered by those who steal men to sell them: I was bound, and fastened to a chain with many more.

I, a prince and a warrior, who could show the white skulls of his enemies--I offered to procure gold, but they derided me; they dragged me down to the coast, and sold me to the Whites.