Of Kroton;[1] he won six consecutive Olympic titles in wrestling.[2] At his seventh attempt he was not strong enough to wrestle down his fellow citizen Masitheos,[3] a fit young man who was not prepared to fight him at close quarters. Standing on an oiled discus he would make fools of those who rushed at him and tried to push him off it. He would tie a cord round his forehead as if it were a ribbon or garland; then, holding his breath behind tight lips and filling with blood the veins on his head, he would break the cord by the strength of his veins as if it were paper.[4] He would let down by his side his right arm from the shoulder to the elbow and stretch out straight the arm below the elbow, turning the thumb upwards while the other fingers lay in a row; thus the little finger was lowest, yet nobody could bend it back by force. This man died after encountering a dry log which had wedges to separate its sides. The pride of Milon made him put his hands in, to pull it apart; the wedges slipped, of course, and Milon, held fast by the log, fell prey to wolves -- a beast that lives in very large numbers in the territory of Kroton.