H. Rider Haggard,
Allan Quatermain — Chapter XX: The Battle of the Pass
(1887)
“ On we tore, our horses clearing heaps of dead and dying men, and splashing through pools of blood, on past the long broken lines of spearmen to where, mounted on the white stallion Nasta had sent to him as a parting gift, I saw Sir Henry's form towering above the generals who surrounded him. ”
