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Portrait of H. Rider Haggard 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.
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Portrait of H. Rider Haggard H. Rider Haggard Allan Quatermain — Chapter XXI: Away… (1887)

He did so, and we dismounted—that is to say, Umslopogaas did, and then helped me off, for what with fatigue, stiffness, and the pain of my wound, I could not do so for myself; and then the gallant horses stood panting there, resting first one leg and then another, while the sweat fell drip, drip, from them, and the steam rose and hung in pale clouds in the still night air.
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Portrait of H. Rider Haggard H. Rider Haggard Allan Quatermain — Chapter XXI: Away… (1887)

Oh, that last five miles! The skin was rubbed from the inside of my legs, and every movement of my horse gave me anguish. Nor was that all. I was exhausted with toil, want of food and sleep, and also suffering very much from the blow I had received on my left side; it seemed as though a piece of bone or something was slowly piercing into my lung. Poor Daylight, too, was pretty nearly finished, and no wonder. But there was a smell of dawn in the air, and we might not stay; better that all three of us should die upon the road than that we should linger while there was life in us.
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