And worn with onset, falls upon his foe
And braves alone the wounds of all the war.
Thus may an elephant in Afric wastes,
Oppressed by frequent darts, break those that fall
Rebounding from his horny hide, and shake
Those that find lodgment, while his life within
Lies safe, protected, nor doth spear avail
To reach the fount of blood. Unnumbered wounds
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his face. A bank of yellow fog instantly enveloped him,
in the sun and have a bit of meat to suck, and I will show
intense; the regiment which was watching the encounter
reached this country from over the mountains — perchance
the great caravan routes entering the Sahara from the south.
the mid-day meal, for we were back in our old quarters
“While there is life there is hope,” said Sir Henry.
though he was so sore and stiff that he could scarcely
of three-halfpence, two fowls, one of which, the Indian
consciousness in a fever; accompanied at every step by
she had come to believe, since otherwise he would have
curmudgeon. Cherishing the keenest pride in his profession