Viginet, an agile little Parisian, living in Geneva.

He was a Crimean veteran.

The rank-and-file of the warriors, however, did not look upon this suggestion with much favour, as they thought it was not paying proper respect to my wonderful powers.

I assured them I was perfectly satisfied, and begged them to let the contest proceed.
Then followed one of the most extraordinary combats on record.

Picture to yourself, if you can, the agony of mind of poor little Blanche and Gladys Rogers during the progress of the fight; and also imagine the painful anxiety with which I went in to win.
A piece of ground about twenty feet square was lightly marked out by the blacks with their waddies, and the idea was that, to accomplish a throw, the wrestler had to hurl his opponent clean outside the boundary.