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" ... between anxiety and terror, floundering to and fro, hindering one another — lay within three or, at most, four paces of the frantic monster ; while, to increase the peril, a wild and ill-directed volley, fired in haste and fear, was poured in by... "
The Sporting Sketch Book: A Series of Characteristic Papers, by the Most ... - Стр. 197
редактор(ы): - 1842 - Страниц: 200
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Frank Forester's Field Sports of the United States, and British ..., Том 2

Henry William Herbert - 1873 - Страниц: 414
...streaming with gore, and white with foam, which flew on every side, churned from its gnashing tus';s, the Bear rushed after him. One mighty bound brought...on to attack the wild beast, single-handed. At the Bame point of time, I saw my sight, as I fetched up my rifle, in clear relief against the dark fur...
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Frank Forester's Field Sports of the United States, and British Provinces ...

Henry William Herbert - 1848 - Страниц: 412
...which flew on every side, churned from its gnashing tus!;s, the Bear rushed after him. One mighty hound brought it clear out of the deep chasm — the bruised...the same point of time, I saw my sight, as I fetched np my rifle, in clear relief against the dark fur of the head, close to the root of the leilear! —...
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Cyclopadia of American Literature, Том 2

Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1881 - Страниц: 1078
...ill-directed volley, fired in haste and fear, was poured in by the watchers, the bullets Avhistling on every side, but with far greater peril to our friends...of their aim. Tom drew his gun up coolly— pulled — biit no spark replied to the unlucky flint. With a loud curse he dashed the useless musket to the...
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The Ridpath Library of Universal Literature ...: A Biographical and ..., Том 13

John Clark Ridpath - 1898 - Страниц: 582
...greater peril to our friends than to the object of their aim. Tom drew his gun up coolly—pulled—but no spark replied to the unlucky flint. With a loud...time I saw my sight, as I fetched up my rifle, in clean relief against the dark fur of the head, close to the root of the left ear. My finger was upon...
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