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Էջ 216 - Per me si va nella città dolente, Per me si va nell' eterno dolore : Per me si va tra la perduta gente. Lasciate ogni speranza voi ch
Էջ 210 - The trail ! " I cried, " the trail ! " They sprang toward me. Brent followed the line with his eye. He galloped forward, with a look of triumph. Suddenly I saw him fling himself half out of his saddle, and clutch at some object. Still going at speed, and holding on by one leg alone...
Էջ 224 - ... He was ridden down. He was beaten, trampled down upon the grass, — crushed, abolished. We disentangled ourselves from the melee. Where was the other? The coward, without firing a , shot, was spurring Armstrong's Flathead horse blindly up the canon, whence we had issued. We turned to Murker. Fulano was up again, and stood there shuddering. But the man ? A hoof had battered in the top of his skull ; blood was gushing from his mouth ; his ribs were broken ; all his body was a trodden, massacred...
Էջ 14 - It was magnificent to see him as he circled about me, fire in his eye — pride in his nostril, power and grace from tip to tip. He trotted powerfully ; he galloped gracefully ; he thundered at full speed ; he lifted his fore-legs to welcome ; he flung out his hind-legs to repel ; he leaped as if he were springing over bayonets ; he pranced and curveted as if he were the pretty plaything...
Էջ 207 - On we galloped, the avenger, the friend, the lover, on our errand, to save and to slay. It came afternoon, as we rode on steadily. The country grew rougher. The horses never flinched, but they sweated freely, and foam from their nostrils flecked their shoulders. By and by, with little pleasant admonitory puffs, a breeze drew down from the glimmering frosty edges of the Sierra and cooled us. Horses and men were cheered and freshed, and lifted anew to their work.
Էջ 208 - We came upon a wide tract covered with wildsage bushes. These delayed and baffled us. It was a pigmy forest of trees, mature and complete, but no higher than the knee. Every dwarfed, stunted, gnarled bush, had the trunk, limbs, twigs, and gray, withered foliage, all in miniature, of some tree, hapless but sturdy, that has had a weatherbeaten struggle for life on a storm-threshed crag by the shore, or on a granite side of a mountain, with short allowance of soil to eat and water to drink. Myriads...
Էջ 210 - Still going at speed, and holding on by one leg alone, after the Indian fashion for sport or shelter against an arrow or a shot, he picked up something from the bushes, regained his seat, and waved his treasure to us. We ranged up and rode beside him over a gap in the sage. A lady's glove!— that was what he had stooped to recover. An old buckskin riding-gauntlet, neatly stitched about the wrist and pinked on the wristlet.
Էջ 213 - But we must hinder a crueller cruelty. Love against Time, Vengeance against Time! We must not flinch for any weak humanity to the noble allies that struggled on with us without one token of resistance. Fulano suffered least. He turned his brave eye back and beckoned me with his ear to listen, while he seemed to say: "See, this is my Endurance! I hold my Power ready still to show.
Էջ 219 - A pavement of slippery, sheeny rock; great beds of loose stones; barricades of mighty boulders, where a cliff had fallen an aeon ago, before the days of the road-maker race; crevices where an unwary foot might catch; wide rifts where a shaky horse might fall or a timid horseman drag him down. Terrible riding! A pass where a calm traveller would go quietly picking his steps, thankful if each hour counted him a safe mile. Terrible riding! Madness to go as we went! Horse and man, any moment either might...
Էջ 204 - I galloped. 0 my glorious black ! The great, killing pace seemed mere playful canter to him, — such as one might ride beside a timid girl, thrilling with her first free dash over a flowery common, or a golden . beach between sea and shore. But from time to time he surged a little forward with his great shoulders, and gave a mighty writhe of his body, while his hind legs came lifting his flanks under me, and telling of the giant reserve of speed and power he kept easily controlled. Then his ear...