As they stood hesitating what to do Chiss stirred and suddenly a shower of quills came flying toward them, almost filling the air, they were so many.
"Pick up my quills again," said Chiss in a sulky voice.
So now they went on again and coming presently to a pond of muddy water they tied a heavy stone to the bundle of quills and sunk it to the bottom of the pond, to avoid carrying it farther.
"You were certainly stuck up until we pulled out those quills," observed Ojo, with a laugh.
She was crouching as he had crouched once that day, in front of her the tight-rolled ball of quills. If he had been a gliding shadow before, he now became the ghost of such a shadow, as he crept and circled around, and came up well to leeward of the silent, motionless pair.
The balls of quills might have been a stone for all it moved; the lynx might have been frozen to marble; and old One Eye might have been dead.
Had the porcupine been entirely unrolled, or had it not discovered its enemy a fraction of a second before the blow was struck, the paw would have escaped unscathed; but a side-flick of the tail sank sharp quills into it as it was withdrawn.
Then she fell to backing away and sneezing, her nose bristling with quills like a monstrous pin- cushion.
Each band bore as an ensign a spear or bow decorated with beads, porcupine quills, and painted feathers.
This usually consists of a gray surcoat and leggins of the dressed skin of the antelope, resembling chamois leather, and embroidered with porcupine quills brilliantly dyed.
"Yes, sir, I know it," replied the duke, dipping the quill
in the ink.
While fair Altisidora, who the sport Of cold Don Quixote's cruelty hath been, Returns to life, and in this magic court The dames in sables come to grace the scene, And while her matrons all in seemly sort My lady robes in baize and bombazine, Her beauty and her sorrows will I sing With defter quill
than touched the Thracian string.
He picked the last morsel of feather from the quill; and, desperately leaping the pitfall under his feet, advanced to meet Mrs.
He took up the pen again, and began picking the feathers from the quill in dead silence.
"The first thing, Lecount -- " He hesitated -- put the bare end of the quill into his mouth -- gnawed at it thoughtfully -- and said no more.