The peril, which with every moment approached nearer and nearer to him, straightened his breast sorely.
— from Specimens of German Romance; Vol. I. The Patricians by C. F. van der (Carl Franz) Velde
In their cabins and teepees the forest dwellers who had not gone to pass the summer at the posts waited and watched; each morning and noon and night they climbed tall trees and peered through that palpitating gray film for a sign of smoke.
— from Nomads of the North: A Story of Romance and Adventure under the Open Stars by James Oliver Curwood
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