But I tell ye there's no critter so terrible as a man.

All the animals know 'im--how he roars, an' spits fire an' smoke an' lead so it goes through a body er bites off a leg, mebbe.

Guess they'd made friends with me but them I didn't kill went away smarting with holes in 'em.

An' I guess they told all their people 'bout me--the terrible critter that walked on its hind legs an' lied a white face an' drew up an' spit 'is teeth into their vitals 'cross a ten-acre lot.

An' putty soon they concluded they didn't want t' hev no truck with me.