Book 4. (1 results) Nomads of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 1 | 60 | Now there seemed to be fewer men and animals rushing past, scattered over the prairie; only the wind remained; and the fires in the distance, and the swelling, nearing roll of dust that drifted into the stained sky. |
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Book 4. (7 results) Nomads of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 1 | 57 | Even the dung of the bosk finds its uses on the treeless prairies, being dried and used for fuel. |
| 1 | 58 | The bosk is said to be the Mother of the Wagon Peoples, and they reverence it as such. |
| 1 | 59 | The man who kills one foolishly is strangled in thongs or suffocated in the hide of the animal he slew; if, for any reason, the man should kill a bosk cow with unborn young he is staked out, alive, in the path of the herd, and the march of the Wagon Peoples takes its way over him. |
| 1 | 60 | Now there seemed to be fewer men and animals rushing past, scattered over the prairie; only the wind remained; and the fires in the distance, and the swelling, nearing roll of dust that drifted into the stained sky. |
| 1 | 61 | Then I began to feel, through the soles of my sandals, the trembling of the earth. |
| 1 | 62 | The hair on the back of my neck seemed to leap up and I felt the hair on my forearms stiffen. |
| 1 | 63 | The earth itself was shaking from the hoofs of the bosk herds of the Wagon Peoples. |
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Even the dung of the bosk finds its uses on the treeless prairies, being dried and used for fuel.
The bosk is said to be the Mother of the Wagon Peoples, and they reverence it as such.
The man who kills one foolishly is strangled in thongs or suffocated in the hide of the animal he slew; if, for any reason, the man should kill a bosk cow with unborn young he is staked out, alive, in the path of the herd, and the march of the Wagon Peoples takes its way over him.
Now there seemed to be fewer men and animals rushing past, scattered over the prairie; only the wind remained; and the fires in the distance, and the swelling, nearing roll of dust that drifted into the stained sky.
Then I began to feel, through the soles of my sandals, the trembling of the earth.
The hair on the back of my neck seemed to leap up and I felt the hair on my forearms stiffen.
The earth itself was shaking from the hoofs of the bosk herds of the Wagon Peoples.
- (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 1)