H. Rider Haggard,
Allan Quatermain — Chapter XXI: Away…
(1887)
“ How utterly antlike, and morally and physically insignificant, must they seem to the calm eyes that watch them from the arching depths above!'We win the day, Macumazahn,' said old Umslopogaas, taking in the whole situation with a glance of his practised eye. 'Look, the Lady of the Night's forces give on every side, there is no stiffness left in them, they bend like hot iron, they are fighting with but half a heart. ”
