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He looked up to discover one of those grey masses anchored as it were above him by these things and flapping out ends as a sail flaps when a boat comes, about—but noiselessly. HE LOOKED UP TO DISCOVER ONE OF THOSE GRAY MASSES ANCHORED AS IT WERE ABOVE HIM BY THESE THINGS AND FLAPPING OUT ENDS AS A SAIL FLAPS WHEN A BOAT COMES ABOUT BUT NOISELESSLY
ooth 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. The master was seized with a sudden unreasonable impatience. He cursed the drifting globes roundly. “Get on!” he cried; “get on! What do these things matter? How CAN they matter? Back to the trail!” He fell swearing at his horse and sawed the bit across its mouth. He shouted aloud with rage. “I will follow that trail, I tell you!” he cried. “Where is the trail?” He gripped the bridle of his prancing horse and searched amidst the grass. A long and clinging thread fell across his face, a grey streamer dropped about his bridle-arm, some big, active thing with many legs ran down the back of his head. 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 THE MASTER WAS SEIZED WITH A SUDDEN AND REASONABLE IMPATIENCE HE CURSED THE DRIFTING GLOBES ROUNDLY GET ON HE CRIED GET ON WHAT DO THESE THINGS MATTER HOW CAN THEY MATTER BACK TO THE TRAIL HE FELL SWEARING AT HIS HORSE AND SOARED THE BIT ACROSS ITS MOUTH HE SHOUTED ALOUD WITH RAGE I WILL FOLLOW THAT TRAIL I TELL YOU HE CRIED WHERE IS THE TRAIL HE GRIPPED THE BRIDLE OF HIS PRANCING HORSE AND SEARCHED AMID THE GRASS A LONG AND CLINGING THREAD FELL ACROSS HIS FACE A GRAY STREAMER DROPPED ABOUT HIS BRIDLE ARM SOME BIG ACTIVE THING WITH MANY LEGS RAN DOWN THE BACK OF HIS HEAD
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