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Updated: May 4, 2025
I see it destroying all simplicity and gentleness of life, all the beauty of the world; I see it restoring barbarism under a mask of civilization; I see it darkening men's minds and hardening their hearts; I see it bringing a time of vast conflicts, which will pale into insignificance "the thousand wars of old," and, as likely as not, will whelm all the laborious advances of mankind in blood-drenched chaos.
To acquire the reputation of a great warrior, he was willing to whelm provinces in blood. But he was too magnanimous to take any mean advantage of their weakness. He would give them fair warning, that no blow should be struck, assassin-like, stealthily and in the dark. He accustomed his body, Spartan-like, to all the fatigues and exposures of war.
But he paid not the least heed to me, and yet I thought that he tried to put me off, as it were, by seeming wrapt in thoughts. "Surely it should have fallen on this day that sees the end, even as runs the ancient prophecy 'When the pool shall whelm the stone, Druid rite and chant are done. But it has not fallen, and the end is not yet. But what shall amend this fault?"
He brought it as the price of Agitha's hand. It was morn. The sun rose with his robes of glory over the sea. Bethoc, the daughter of Gormack the weird, stood upon the turrets of Ida's tower. She was performing incantations to the four winds of heaven. She called upon them to lift up the sea on their invisible wings, to raise its waves as mountains, and whelm the ships upon its bosom.
Quick! cork-screw whirlpools, suck us down! world's end whelm us!
You can not kill any man before his time comes, even if a thousand tons of solid masonry combine with you to whelm him, and go hurtling through the air with him to absolutely obvious destruction. The fakir's time had come, and the prisoners' time had come. But Sergeant William Brown's had not.
We have gay companions on our way; for a breeze overtakes us, and a hundred little simooms of drift whirl along beside us, and whelm in miniature burial whole caravans of dry leaves. Here, too, our track intersects with that of some previous passer; he has but just gone on, judging by the freshness of the trail, and we can study his character and purposes.
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