Ough! … Ough!
E-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-h!
But strong are we still as the trunk of an elephant!
For have we not walked in the shade of a great chief!
Blacker and fiercer than the male rhinoceros!
Swifter and more terrible than the mother of whelps?
The son of Banyala!
Ough! … Ough!
E-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-h!
What hath he given us to tickle our spears?