The Gazelle thought of first one way and then another, and at last he sought for and found a shell and filled it with various powerful “medicines,” and thus, having made a strong fetish, he started for the forest.
He had not walked very far before a Dove came to him, and said: “Behold, there are ten animals down there; I fired at them, but did not kill a single one; if therefore you have a hunting-fetish, teach me how to use it.”
“Yes, I have the kind of fetish you want,” replied the Gazelle; “but before you can learn how to use it you must be killed, roasted and dried, and then I will restore you to life and teach you how to use the fetish.”
“Very well,” said the Dove, “I am ready to be roasted.” So the Gazelle killed, roasted and dried the silly Dove and took the flesh to his store-room, as the first part of the dried meat he had to give to his future mother-in-law.
Soon after returning to the forest an Antelope came running up to him, and said: “We hear you have a strong fetish to help hunters to kill animals. Teach me how to use it, for I have had no success in hunting for a long time.”
“Well, I have such a fetish,” answered the Gazelle; “but before you can learn about it I must kill, roast and dry you. Then I bring you to life again and teach you the use of the fetish.”
“Do with me whatever you like,” said the Antelope, “so long as I get a fetish with which to kill plenty game.”
The Gazelle drew his knife and told the Antelope to lie down on the ground.
“What are you going to do with that knife?” cried the Antelope.
“How can you be roasted and dried unless you are first killed?” quietly asked the Gazelle. So the Antelope stretched himself out, and was soon killed, dried and carried to the store.