H. Rider Haggard,
She — Chapter XIX: "Give Me a Black Goat…
(1887)
“ I stared and stared again—he was perfectly right—the torches that were to light our entertainment were human mummies from the caves!On rushed the bearers of the flaming corpses, and, meeting at a spot about twenty paces in front of us, built their ghastly burdens crossways into a huge bonfire. Heavens! how they roared and flared! No tar barrel could have burnt as those mummies did. Nor was this all. Suddenly I saw one great fellow seize a flaming human arm that had fallen from its parent frame, and rush off into the darkness. ”
