Edgar Jepson and Captain David Beames, A Duel With Snakes (1899)
“ He has met and worsted the hamadryad in its own jungle, crushing its head as its deadly fangs were buried in his arm. He will excite karaits to bite him, declaring that the poison of that deaf and pulseless serpent soothes him into a pleasant dreaminess. Of cobras he makes little account: they are the stock-in-trade of every paltry conjuror: and thrice has he let the hooded terror bite his tongue, snapping his teeth into its brain as it bit. All his ghastly feats are feats pure and simple, and lead to nothing. He has never cured a single snake bite, nor would. ”
