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upon its way, unmindful of man and human 

 life; pitiless as fate, and as remorseless as 

 all the primeval forces of nature, the 

 Thundering Herd was rolling down upon 

 them. 



For a few seconds he gazed, fascinated 

 and held to the spot by his very fear, and 

 the wonder of it all. Darker and darker 

 grew the cloud. Plainer and plainer the 

 headlong rush of the countless host was 

 seen, while the rumbling of their ten 

 thousand hoofs, which at first had been 

 like distant thunder, now swelled to the 

 volume of a rapidly approaching hurricane. 

 The solid earth was felt to vibrate and rock, 

 to tremble and quake. 



Mr. Anderson waited to see no more, but 

 fled back to his family whose escape from 

 this sea of hoofs now seemed to him almost 

 hopeless. 



The boys hurried to meet him, their faces 

 pale with fright, for even the rest of the 



