 ... him. Each, when he came near enough, crouched behind his shield, his spear in his right hand, his fierce, eager face peering over the shield rim. As man followed man, the lion rose to his feet. His mane bristled, his tail lashed, he held his head...  Sierra Club Bulletin - Σελίδα 83των Sierra Club - 1911Πλήρης προβολή - Σχετικά με αυτό το βιβλίο
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