1 War, the red animal, war, the blood-swollen god, would have bloated fill.
2 They were going to look at war, the red animal--war, the blood-swollen god.
3 He was convicted by himself of many shameful crimes against the gods of traditions.
4 The brigade was hurrying briskly to be gulped into the infernal mouths of the war god.
5 Strange gods were addressed in condemnation of the early hours necessary to correct war.
6 He consigned them to red regions; he called upon the pestilential wrath of strange gods.
7 The slaves toiling in the temple of this god began to feel rebellion at his harsh tasks.
8 When reproached for this afterward, they usually expressed sorrow, and swore by their gods that the guns had exploded without their permission.
9 Yesterday, when he had imagined the universe to be against him, he had hated it, little gods and big gods; to-day he hated the army of the foe with the same great hatred.
10 Oh, well," he rejoined, "he probably didn't see nothing of it at all and god mad as blazes, and concluded we were a lot of sheep, just because we didn't do what he wanted done.