H. Rider Haggard,
The Spring of a Lion
“ Well, I let the reit-bok go, and it went like the wind, and I kept my eyes fixed upon the reeds. The fire was burning like a furnace now; the flames crackling and roaring as they bit into the reeds, sending spouts of fire twenty feet and more into the air, and making the hot air dance above it in a way that was perfectly dazzling. But the reeds were still half-green, and created an enormous quantity of smoke, which came rolling toward me like a curtain, lying very low on account of the wind. ”
