The story, widely known in this and the neighbouring province, runs as follows.  Centuries ago a certain poor woman was left by her husband, who went on a journey into Kwangsi, close by, but in those days considered a wild and distant region, full of dangers.  He promised to return in three years.  The time went slowly and sadly past, for she dearly loved her lord, but no husband appeared.  He, ungrateful and unfaithful spouse, had fallen in love with a fair one in Kwangsi, a sorceress or witch, who threw a spell over him and charmed him to his destruction, turning him at length into stone.  To this day his figure may be seen standing near a cave close by the river which is known by the name of the Detained Man Cave.

The wife, broken by grief at her husband’s failure to return, was likewise turned into a stone, and it is said that a supernatural power will one day bring the couple to life again and reward the ever-faithful wife.  The legend receives entire credence from the simple boatmen sad country people.

The Wild Men

The wild beasts of the mountain have a king.  He is a wild man, with long, thick locks, fiery red in colour, and his body is covered with hair.  He is very strong:  with a single blow of his huge fist, he can break large rocks to pieces; he also can pull up the trees of the forest by the root.  His flesh is as hard as iron and is invulnerable to the thrusts of knife, spear, or sword.  He rides upon a tiger when he leaves his home; he rules over the wolves, leopards, and tigers, and governs all their affairs.  Many other wild men, like him in appearance, live in these mountains, but on account of his great strength he alone is king.  These wild men kill and eat all human beings they meet, and other hill tribes live in terror of meeting them.  Indeed, who of all these mountain people would have been left alive had not some men, more crafty than their fellows, devised a means of overpowering these fierce savages?

This is the method referred to:  On leaving his home the herb-gatherer of the mountains arms himself with two large hollow bamboo tubes which he slips over his wrists and arms; he also carries a jar of very strong wine.  When he meets one of the wild men he stands still and allows the giant to grasp him by the arm.  As the giant holds him fast, as he supposes, in his firm grasp, he quietly and slowly withdraws one arm from the bamboo cuff, and, taking the pot of wine from the other hand, quickly pours it down the throat of the stooping giant, whose mouth is wide open with immoderate laughter at the thought of having captured a victim so easily.  The potent draught of wine acts at once, causing the victim to drop to the ground in a dead sleep, whereupon the herb-gatherer either dispatches him summarily with a thrust through the heart, or leaves the drunken tyrant to sleep off the effect of his draught, while he returns again to his work of collecting the health-restoring herbs.  In this way have the numbers of these wild men become less and less, until at the present time but few remain.