no doubt, that they swelled the Giant's bellov
by at least ten times as much. Meanwhile
Antaeus had scrambled upon his feet again,
and pulled his pine tree out of the earth; and,
all a-flame with fury, and more outrageously
strong than ever, he ran at Hercules, and brought
down another blow.

"This time, rascal," shouted he, "you shall
not escape me."

But once more Hercules warded off the stroke
with his club, and the Giant's pine tree was
shattered into a thousand splinters, most of
which flew among the Pygmies, and did them
more mischief than I like to think about.
Before Antaeus could get out of the way,
'Hercules let drive again, and gave him another
knock-down blow, which sent him heels over
head, but served only to increase his already
enormous and insufferable strength. As for his
rage, there is no telling what a fiery furnace it
had now got to be. His one eye was nothing
but a circle of red flame. Having now no
weapons but his fists, he doubled them up,
(each bigger than a hogshead,) smote one
against the other, and danced up and down

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