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The master was seized with a sudden unreasonable impatience. He cursed the drifting globes roundly. "Get on!" he cried; "get on! THE MASTER WAS SEIZED WITH A SUDDEN AND REASONABLE IMPATIENCE HE CURSED THE DRIFTING GLOBES ROUNDLY GET ON HE CRIED GET ON
nd trailing long, cobwebby threads and streamers that floated in its wake. “It isn't thistle-down,” said the little man. “I don't like the stuff,” said the gaunt man. And they looked at one another. “Curse it!” cried the leader. “The air's full of it up there. If it keeps on at this pace long, it will stop us altogether.” An instinctive feeling, such as lines out a herd of deer at the approach of some ambiguous thing, prompted them to turn their horses to the wind, ride forward for a few paces, and stare at that advancing multitude of floating masses. They came on before the wind with a sort of smooth swiftness, rising and falling noiselessly, sinking to earth, rebounding high, soaring—all with a perfect unanimity, with a still, deliberate assurance. Right and left of the horsemen the pioneers of this strange army passed. At one that rolled along the ground, breaking shapelessly and trailing out reluctantly into long grappling ribbons and bands, all three horses began to shy and dance. NG OVER AND OVER AS IT ADVANCED AND TRAILING LONG COBWEBBY THREADS AND STREAMERS THAT FLOATED IN ITS WAKE IT ISN'T THISTLEDOWN SAID THE LITTLE MAN I DON'T LIKE THE STUFF SAID THE GAUNT MAN AND THEY LOOKED AT ONE ANOTHER CURSE IT CRIED THE LEADER THE AIR'S FULL OF IT UP THERE IF IT KEEPS ON AT THIS PACE LONG IT WILL STOP US ALTOGETHER AN INSTINCTIVE FEELING SUCH AS LINES OUT A HERD OF DEER AT THE APPROACH OF SOME AMBIGUOUS THING PROMPTED THEM TO TURN THEIR HORSES TO THE WIND RIDE FORWARD FOR A FEW PACES AND STARE AT THAT ADVANCING MULTITUDE OF FLOATING MASSES THEY CAME ON BEFORE THE WIND WITH A SORT OF SMOOTH SWIFTNESS RISING AND FALLING NOISELESSLY SINKING TO EARTH REBOUNDING HIGH SOARING ALL WITH A PERFECT UNANIMITY AND WITH A STILL DELIBERATE ASSURANCE RIGHT AND LEFT OF THE HORSEMEN THE PIONEERS OF THIS STRANGE ARMY PASSED AT ONE THAT ROLLED ALONG THE GROUND BREAKING SHAPELESSLY AND TRAILING OUT RELUCTANTLY INTO LONG GRAPPLING RIBBONS AND BANDS ALL THREE HORSES BEGAN TO SHY AND DANCE
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