Of one man, in particular, it was observed, that during their hurried rush to the shore, he was, with what breath his haste allowed him, assuring the rest every moment, “she would be down before they could get there,” and heard the ejaculations of “Christ save us!
— from Melmoth the Wanderer, Vol. 1 (of 4) by Charles Robert Maturin
There were possibly three hundred in the herd, and they ran en masse, snorting and neighing, mad with that fear of the unknown which is always at the root of every stampede.
— from Ruth Fielding in the Great Northwest; Or, The Indian Girl Star of the Movies by Alice B. Emerson
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