There was a primeval
piano in his sitting-room, and on the second morning it suited his mood to sit down at this and sing 'Asthore', the fruity pathos of which ballad appealed to him strongly at this time, accompanying himself by an ingenious arrangement in three chords.
The bush was encroaching, and it looked as though very soon the primeval
forest would regain possession of that strip of land which had been snatched from it at the cost of so much labour.
The surrounding shores were beautiful with semitropical verdure, while in the distance the country rose from the ocean in hill and tableland, almost uniformly clothed by primeval
William's exacting demands and his jealousy had pulled her down into some horrible swamp of her nature where the primeval
struggle between man and woman still rages.
I could get away from it only by taking my gun and tramping day after day through the deep, primeval
It was a huge tiger--such as hunted the great Bos through the jungles primeval
when the world was young.
His features, like those of all the primeval
men of Pellucidar, were regular and fine.
Sloughed from him was the last vestige of artificial caste--once again he was the primeval
hunter--the first man--the highest caste type of the human race.
Between him and destination lay a trackless wilderness of untouched primeval
savagery where, doubtless in many spots, his would be the first human foot to touch the virgin turf.
The black, whipping out his knife, turned to do battle with this new enemy, while the Swede, lying in the bush, witnessed a duel, the like of which he had never dreamed to see--a half-naked white man battling with a half-naked black, hand to hand with the crude weapons of primeval
man at first, and then with hands and teeth like the primordial brutes from whose loins their forebears sprung.
For weeks he had forgotten so trivial a thing as gold, for he had been for the time a truly primeval
man with no thought beyond today.
She can play the repentant wife, or resort to the primeval
profession of her sex.
The sun, sinking behind a lofty western peak, brought on an early but lingering twilight, and the expedition plodded on through the evil forest--the place of mystery and fear, of death swift and silent and horrible, of brutish appetite and degraded instinct, of human life that still wallowed in the primeval
slime, of savagery degenerate and abysmal.
For Big-Tooth also had an other-self, and when he slept that other-self dreamed back into the past, back to the winged reptiles and the clash and the onset of dragons, and beyond that to the scurrying, rodent-like life of the tiny mammals, and far remoter still, to the shore-slime of the primeval
In truth, it was the LOST PACK, the pack of the primeval
world before the dog ever came in to the fires of men, and, for that matter, before men built fires and before men were men.