Then I (Allen) took a little book out of my pocket, it was my favourite copy of the Ingoldsby Legends—and began to read.
The passage which caught my eye, if “axe” be substituted for “knife” was not inappropriate. It was from “The Nurse’s Story,” and runs,
“But, oh! what a thing ‘tis to see and to knowThat the bare knife is raised in the hand of the foe,
Without hope to repel or to ward off the blow!”
This proceeding of mine astonished them a good deal who felt that they had, so to speak, missed fire. At last the soldier in the middle said,
“Are you blind, White Man?”
“No, Black Fellow,” I answered, “but I am short-sighted. Would you be so good as to stand out of my light?” a remark which puzzled them so much that all three drew back a few paces.
When I had read a little further I came to the following lines,
“‘Tis plain,As anatomists tell us, that never again,
Shall life revisit the foully slain
When once they’ve been cut through the jugular vein.”
Chapter II The Messengers, H. Rider Haggard
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