The skin-woman lifted her voice and sang with increased vigor, “An intruder comes to our clearing.”
“Come down here,” called Dadjedondji, “I have a present for you, gaswe’´da, wampum. Promise you will be kind.”
The skin-woman seeing the handsome purple quills descended and accepted the gift with many grimaces and then drew back into the tree.
Now wampum is the emblem of truth and the skin-woman was entirely controlled by evil. Holding the beautiful necklace in her hand she sang, “I have been bribed by a present of wampum not to tell of a stranger’s approach.”
While she sang she threw the beads over her head and around her neck and the beads grew tight and choked her into silence.
Out rushed the six sisters that had been called ravenous cannibals, but their shouts were not those of anger or of gluttons, but glad cries of joy. Coming up to Dadjedondji they saluted him and with extravagant flattery thanked him for coming to rescue them from their evil sister.
They gave him a great bag of brown nuts and sent him back on his journey. The great witch had now no food and perished.
On his return the panthers angry at the deception he had practiced on them, pounced from the bushes.
“Go away, you are not doing right. I never heard of panthers acting as you are. Are you not ashamed? Go now and never dare trouble men again! You are now free!”
The panthers, surprised at their intended victim’s words, rushed off in fright. Dadjedondji continued his journey and rebuked the serpent and sent it wriggling to the nearest lake. Then he addressed the chasm.