Certainly that Kalubi was a plucky fellow. He sat like a rock and
never even winced. Indeed, when he saw that the flesh was sound he
uttered a great sigh of relief. After it was all over he turned a
little faint, so I gave him some spirits of wine mixed with water
which revived him.
"'O Lord Dogeetah,' he said, as I was bandaging his hand, 'while I
live I am your slave. Yet, do me one more service. In my land there is
a terrible wild beast, that which bit off my finger. It is a devil; it
kills us and we fear it. I have heard that you white men have magic
weapons which slay with a noise. Come to my land and kill me that wild
beast with your magic weapon. I say, Come, Come, for I am terribly
afraid,' and indeed he looked it.
"'No,' I answered, 'I shed no blood; I kill nothing except
butterflies, and of these only a few. But if you fear this brute why
do you not poison it? You black people have many drugs.'
"'No use, no use,' he replied in a kind of wail. 'The beast knows
poisons, some it swallows and they do not harm it.
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