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Book 4. (1 results) Nomads of Gor (Individual Quote)

Before I could remonstrate with the angry Tuchuk the hunting sleen suddenly seemed to go wild, rearing on their hind legs, scratching in the air, dragging against the chains. - (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 13, Sentence #16)
Chapter # Sentence # Quote
13 16 Before I could remonstrate with the angry tuchuk the hunting sleen suddenly seemed to go wild, rearing on their hind legs, scratching in the air, dragging against the chains.

Book 4. (7 results) Nomads of Gor (Context Quote)

Chapter # Sentence # Quote
13 13 He hoisted himself to the saddle of his kaiila, a prancing and trembling hunting sleen on each side of the animal, the chains running to the pommel of the saddle.
13 14 "What will you do to her?" I asked.
13 15 "Cut off her feet," said Kamchak, "and her nose and ears, and blind her in one eye—then release her to live as she can among the wagons".
13 16 Before I could remonstrate with the angry tuchuk the hunting sleen suddenly seemed to go wild, rearing on their hind legs, scratching in the air, dragging against the chains.
13 17 It was all Kamchak's kaiila could do to brace itself against their sudden madness.
13 18 "Hah!" cried Kamchak.
13 19 I spied Elizabeth Cardwell approaching the wagon, two leather water buckets fastened to a wooden yoke she carried over her shoulders.
He hoisted himself to the saddle of his kaiila, a prancing and trembling hunting sleen on each side of the animal, the chains running to the pommel of the saddle. "What will you do to her?" I asked. "Cut off her feet," said Kamchak, "and her nose and ears, and blind her in one eye—then release her to live as she can among the wagons". Before I could remonstrate with the angry tuchuk the hunting sleen suddenly seemed to go wild, rearing on their hind legs, scratching in the air, dragging against the chains. It was all Kamchak's kaiila could do to brace itself against their sudden madness. "Hah!" cried Kamchak. I spied Elizabeth Cardwell approaching the wagon, two leather water buckets fastened to a wooden yoke she carried over her shoulders. - (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 13)