"And that there should not be between you falsehood, nor treachery, nor hatred?"
"Nor hatred!"
"And that one shall not pilfer from the other?"
"Never!"
"And that you shall be brethren?"
"Yes!"
The wheel turned more and more rapidly. The warriors, gathered around, watched its revolutions with ever-increasing interest.
"Ao!" exclaimed the aged negro, "if one of you deceives the other by lies, if he betrays him, if he steals from him, if he poisons him, may he be accursed!"
"May he be accursed!" repeated all the warriors.
"And if he is a liar and is plotting treason, let him not swallow the blood of his brother, and let him spit it out before our eyes."
"Oh, before our eyes!"
"And let him die!"
"Let him die!"
"Let him be torn to pieces by a wobo!"
"Wobo!"
"Or a lion!"
"Or a lion!"
"May he be trampled upon by an elephant and a rhinoceros and a buffalo!"
"Oh—and a buffalo!" repeated the chorus.
"May he be bit by a snake!"
"Snake!"
"And may his tongue become black!"
"Black!"
"And his eyes sink to the back of his head!"
"To the back of his head!"
"And may he walk on his heels upward!"
