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Indeed, the danger was so imminent that Tim, seeing there was no choice, raised his gun and fired at the monster. The bullet struck him near the head, but it did not kill him, nor did it cause him to fall, but it bewildered him, and he rose on his hind feet and clawed the air as if the bullet was a splinter and he was seeking to pluck it from his flesh.
Soon after leaving the camp, I observed several hawks hovering round a spot in the wood, the abode probably of some rabbits, hares, or other small game. By cautiously creeping on, I got within shot of one of them. I fired, and down tumbled the monster bird.
Rick Brant moved with infinite care. With one hand he adjusted the focus of his microscope, while with the other he brought the sharp glass tip of the pipette into view. He released his thumb for a fraction of a second and let a drop of blue fluid flow into the field of view. The microscopic monster shot out its defensive weapons, shuddered, and was still.
Evidently, if there was any dodging to be done, he had been brought up to expect others to do it; and I thought the chances were that he would seldom be disappointed. "Good heavens!" exclaimed Nephew Ronald, as the monster cannoned against him. "You didn't mention This." "No; I knew you were sure to love him. I wouldn't have anything to do with a creature who didn't. Isn't he exquisite?"
He stayed on and fought the dragon, and wounded it, and bound it with the maiden's sash and led it into the market place where it was finally killed. And the people were forever freed from the terrible monster because of his prowess. Do you remember all that?" Again Georgina nodded. She knew the story well.
It was like some strange, huge monster, unseeing and unseen, who knows where his prey is hidden and is searching for it blindly by feeling or by sense of smell coming ever nearer, showering the leaves down, patting into the soft earth ahead, swishing to right and to left, and at last playing in a steady stream about the prostrate soldiers. "Swish-ee! Swish-ee! Swishee!" "Whew!" said Abe Long.
"Oh! you little monster!" exclaimed a woman, "you have put out my babby's eye." There was a murmur; almost a groan. "Whose baby's hurt?" asked Master Joseph in a softened tone. "Mine, sir," said an indignant voice; "Mary Church." "Oh!
Many influences control the ruler in his aims and habits, such as religion, custom, and the very language he speaks, by which praise and blame are assigned automatically to the objects loved or hated by the people. He cannot, unless he be an intentional monster, oppose himself wholly to the common soul.
In the morning the monster ate two more of the unfortunates and then went off with his flocks, fastening the door as before. In the evening he ate two more. By this time the crafty Ulysses, as Homer delights to call him, had perfected his plans. He offered Polyphemus some wine, which so delighted him that he asked the giver his name, and said he had it in mind to do him a kindness.
"Under-currents brought it here, lad," said the Captain. "You see, such a monster as that must go very deep down, and the warm under-current has not yet melted away enough of his base to permit the surface-current to carry him south like the smaller members of his family. He is still travelling north, but that won't last long. He'll soon become small enough to put about and go the other way.
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