terrible hand-to-hand encounters, they looked more like demons than
human beings. I felt my heart grow sick at the sight of this
bloody battle, and would fain have turned away, but a species of
fascination seemed to hold me down and glue my eyes upon the
combatants. I observed that the attacking party was led by a most
extraordinary being, who, from his size and peculiarity, I
concluded was a chief. His hair was frizzed out to an enormous
extent, so that it resembled a large turban. It was of a light-
yellow hue, which surprised me much, for the man's body was as
black as coal, and I felt convinced that the hair must have been
dyed. He was tattooed from head to foot; and his face, besides
being tattooed, was besmeared with red paint, and streaked with
white. Altogether, with his yellow turban-like hair, his Herculean
black frame, his glittering eyes and white teeth, he seemed the
most terrible monster I ever beheld. He was very active in the
fight, and had already killed four men.

Suddenly the yellow-haired chief was attacked by a man quite as
strong and large as himself. He flourished a heavy club something
like an eagle's beak at the point. For a second or two these
giants eyed each other warily, moving round and round, as if to
catch each other at a disadvantage, but seeing that nothing was to
be gained by this caution, and that the loss of time might
effectually turn the tide of battle either way, they apparently
made up their minds to attack at the same instant, for, with a wild
shout and simultaneous spring, they swung their heavy clubs, which
met with a loud report. Suddenly the yellow-haired savage tripped,
his enemy sprang forward, the ponderous club was swung, but it did
not descend, for at that moment the savage was felled to the ground
by a stone from the hand of one who had witnessed his chief's