unswallow

Updated: June 16, 2025

The pain of the quills would, of course, increase every minute and with each movement. Now the hunters called the dog. He was a sorry-looking object, pawing at his muzzle, first with one foot, then another, trying to unswallow the quills in his tongue, blinking hard, uttering little painful grunts and whines as he rubbed his head upon the ground or on his forelegs.

Ernest Thompson Seton - Rolf in the Woods