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Singing was not the only means I possessed of diverting the royal Mehevi and his easy-going subject.

Nothing afforded them more pleasure than to see me go through the attitude of pugilistic encounter.

As not one of the natives had soul enough in him to stand up like a man, and allow me to hammer away at him, for my own personal gratification and that of the king, I was necessitated to fight with an imaginary enemy, whom I invariably made to knock under to my superior prowess.