The cheering ceased and the silence became intense; one could see the veins standing out on the competitors' foreheads and perspiration pouring off their faces, each man pulling to the last ounce, then our coach shouted "come away" and as if by magic they gave a (p. 037) convulsive pull and gained a foot, the spell was broken, and the men of our Regiment looking on gave a wild cheer.
— from With a Highland Regiment in Mesopotamia 1916—1917 by Anonymous