Jr. Thomas Dixon, The Leopard's Spots: A Romance of the White Man's Burden…
“ He arose, took them down mechanically, and drew one from its scabbard. How snugly its rough hilt fitted his nervous hand grip! He felt a curious throbbing in this hilt like a pulse, it was alive, and its spirit stirred deep waters in his soul that had never been ruffled before. He recalled vaguely in memory things he knew had never happened to him and yet were part of his inmost life. “Damn him!” he involuntarily hissed as he gripped the sword hilt with the instinctive power of the fighting animal that sleeps beneath the skin of all our culture and religion. ”
