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ago, that he and his companion were ranging in the 
forest in quest of game. His companion took a - 
poisoned arrow, and sent it at a red monkey in a 
tree above him. It was nearly a perpendicular shot. 
The arrow missed the monkey, and, in the descent, 
struck him in the arm, a little above the elbow. 
He was convinced it was all over with him. “ I 
shall never/’ said he to his companion, in a faltering 
voice, and looking at his bow as he said it, “ I shall 
never,” said he, u bend this bow again.” And 
having said that, he took off his little bamboo poison 
box, which hung across his shoulder, and putting it 
together with his bow and arrows on the ground, lie 
laid himself down close by them, bid his companion 
farewell, and never spoke more. 
He who is unfortunate enough to be wounded bv 
a poisoned arrow from Macoushia, had better not 
depend upon the common antidotes for a cure. 
Many who have been in Guiana, will recommend 
immediate immersion in water, or to take the juice of 
the sugar-cane, or to fill the mouth full of salt; and 
they recommend these antidotes, because they have 
got them from the Indians. But were you to ask them 
if they ever saw these antidotes used with success, it 
is ten to one their answer would be in the negative. 
Wherefore let him reject these antidotes as un¬ 
profitable, and of no avail. He has got an active 
and a deadly foe within him, which, like Shakspeare’s 
fell Sergeant Death, is strict in his arrest, and will 
allow him but little time—very—very little time. 
In a few minutes he will be numbered with the dead. 
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