Edgar Rice Burroughs,
The Moon Maid
“ Instantly there was a terrific explosion and a great, bloody gap lay upon the terrace where an instant before a hundred of the flower of the fighting men of Laythe had been so gloriously defending their city and their honor. “Grenades,” I exclaimed. “Hand grenades!” “What is it, Julian? What is it that they are doing down there?” cried Nah-ee-lah. “They are murdering my people.” “Yes, Nah-ee-lah, they are murdering your people, and well may Va-nah curse the day that Earth Men set foot upon your world.” ”
