Book 4. (1 results) Nomads of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 8 | 47 | Still farther north, another hundred pasangs, there was no snow and the peoples began to sing and once more dance about their fires of bosk dung. |
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Book 4. (7 results) Nomads of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 8 | 44 | Wagons had to be abandoned on the prairie, as there was no time to train new bosk to the harness, and the herds must needs keep moving. |
| 8 | 45 | At last, seventeen days after the first snows, the edges of the herds began to reach their winter pastures far north of Turia, approaching the equator from the south. |
| 8 | 46 | Here the snow was little more than a frost that melted in the afternoon sun, and the grass was live and nourishing. |
| 8 | 47 | Still farther north, another hundred pasangs, there was no snow and the peoples began to sing and once more dance about their fires of bosk dung. |
| 8 | 48 | "The bosk are safe," Kamchak had said. |
| 8 | 49 | I had seen strong men leap from the back of the kaiila and, on their knees, tears in their eyes, kiss the green, living grass. |
| 8 | 50 | "The bosk are safe," they had cried, and the cry had been taken up by the women and carried from wagon to wagon, "The bosk are safe!" This year, perhaps because it was the Omen Year, the Wagon Peoples did not advance farther north than was necessary to ensure the welfare of the herds. |
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Wagons had to be abandoned on the prairie, as there was no time to train new bosk to the harness, and the herds must needs keep moving.
At last, seventeen days after the first snows, the edges of the herds began to reach their winter pastures far north of Turia, approaching the equator from the south.
Here the snow was little more than a frost that melted in the afternoon sun, and the grass was live and nourishing.
Still farther north, another hundred pasangs, there was no snow and the peoples began to sing and once more dance about their fires of bosk dung.
"The bosk are safe," Kamchak had said.
I had seen strong men leap from the back of the kaiila and, on their knees, tears in their eyes, kiss the green, living grass.
"The bosk are safe," they had cried, and the cry had been taken up by the women and carried from wagon to wagon, "The bosk are safe!" This year, perhaps because it was the Omen Year, the Wagon Peoples did not advance farther north than was necessary to ensure the welfare of the herds.
- (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 8)