Kory-Kory, however, at last interfered and drew him off from the chase.
This incident opened my eyes to a new danger; and I now felt convinced that in some luckless hour I should be disfigured in such a manner as never more to have the FACE to return to my countrymen, even should an opportunity offer.
These apprehensions were greatly increased by the desire which King Mehevi and several of the inferior chiefs now manifested that I should be tattooed.

The pleasure of the king was first signified to me some three days after my casual encounter with Karky the artist.

Heavens! what imprecations I showered upon that Karky.

Doubtless he had plotted a conspiracy against me and my countenance, and would never rest until his diabolical purpose was accomplished.

Several times I met him in various parts of the valley, and, invariably, whenever he descried me, he came running after me with his mallet and chisel, flourishing them about my face as if he longed to begin.